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.

want to dwell on it. It was now in the past and

sis?" Amie's gaze dragged me out of the guilt I was starting to sink into again, her gaze

smiled and reflexively rubber dmy stomach. "She's fine.

told her I can't wait to see

can tell her now again

painting together. I'll make your hair and feed your food to you. You can even sleep with me in my room and on my bed. We'd cuddle and

heartily. "What if it turns out to be

doesn't matter. I'll still love

"Oh Amie. The baby is

her head proudly.

about her morning. The laughs she had

with daddy, earlier too," she told

"You did?"

head, grinning. "He calls me every morning. His call came in just after you left. I showed him my recent paintings and he said they were beautiful and that

soothing voice could fill remained. A quite

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

heart, I stopped a taxi, gave him

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 might have

didn't regret

him.

he had heard it from

angered him and then his anger would be fully

I had hoped to see a look of relief in his eyes after I tell him about the hospital bills that had been cleared. I had not expected that he would glare