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 in the

was starting to sink into again, her gaze went from

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

hope you told her I can't wait

did. You can tell her now

much painting together. I'll make your hair and feed your food to you. You can even sleep with me

laughed heartily. "What if it turns out to

still love him and do stuff with him. I'll teach him

baby is so lucky to

tilted her head proudly.

morning. The laughs she had when one of the nurses told her jokes, the food she

spoke with daddy, earlier too," she told

"You did?"

morning. His call came in just after you left. I showed him my recent paintings and he said they

fine. I was relieved but that hollow feeling that only his presence and soothing voice could fill remained. A quite

fell asleep so I left for home. On my way out of the hospital, I tried Dennis' line again but there was still no response

stopped a taxi, gave him the address to my

have told him. But then he would have still found out. I sighed It might have

I didn't regret

him.

had heard it

it would have angered him and then his anger would

that had been cleared. I had not