Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

The moment the doctor stepped in, his gaze immediately rounded up on the seat that Aiden had been occupying.

"Where's he?"

"He left," then I added, "there was an emergency."

He nodded and we continued the session.

After my session, I made my way to Amie's room. As I headed there, I retrieved my phone from my bag and tried to reach Dennis again but his calls just kept going to voicemail.

When I stepped in, Amie smiled but she glanced behind me, her gaze lingering on the door. I knew she expected Aiden to step through the door like earlier.

But when the door remained close, she seemed to have a sigh of relief and her smile widened.

And my heart dropped. I briefly wondered if she would accept Aiden as her father. But I wouldn't know if I don't tell her, right? I just wasn't ready.

She respects him as she has been taught to respect everyone but I didn't think she fancied his presence.

I could see the question in her eyes whenever she glanced at Aiden or whenever he spoke but she had said nothing.

I knew she wanted to come to a conclusion before she asks me. But would I ever be ready? Would I ever be ready to answer her questions and tell her the truth when I'd told her that she didn't have a father?

Sometimes, remembering how I had denied Amie the protection and love of a father growing up and denied Aiden the opportunity to know his daughter made me feel like a witch.

to dwell on it. It was now

gaze dragged me out of the guilt I was starting to

dmy stomach. "She's fine. She

her I can't wait

her now

yet to meet you and I already miss you, little one. When you come, we'd do so much painting together. I'll make your hair and feed your food to you. You can

laughed heartily. "What if it turns

as she reclined back in bed. "It doesn't matter. I'll still love him and do stuff with him. I'll teach him

Amie. The baby is so lucky to

tilted her head

she had when one of

with daddy, earlier too," she told

"You did?"

call came in just after you left. I showed him my recent paintings and he said they were beautiful and that I was creative." "That's sweet," I told her as I glanced down at my phone

hollow feeling that only his presence and soothing voice could fill remained. A

so I left for home. On my way out of the hospital, I tried

a heavy heart, I stopped a taxi, gave him the

still mad at me? I thought as I looked outside the window. Maybe I shouldn't have told him. But then he would have still found out. I sighed It

didn't regret

him.

he had heard it

it would have angered him and then his anger would be

him about the hospital bills that had been cleared. I had not expected that he would glare up like he did. Well,