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

the guilt I was starting

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

you told her I can't wait to see

her now again

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 watch so many cartoon shows together." Then

if it

matter. I'll still love him and do stuff with him. I'll teach him how to fight

shook my head, laughing. "Oh Amie. The baby is so lucky to have you as an older

her

me about her morning. The laughs she had when one of the nurses told her

spoke with daddy, earlier too," she told me with

"You did?"

every morning. His 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,"

that hollow feeling that only his presence and soothing voice could fill remained. A quite sigh escape me. I

fell asleep so I left for home. On my way out of the hospital, I tried Dennis' line again

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.

heard

it would have angered him and then his anger would be

bills that had been cleared. I had not expected that he would glare up like he did. Well, he was a man afterall. He