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. I never want to dwell on it.

Amie's gaze dragged me out of the guilt I was starting to sink into

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

I can't

You can tell her

you come, we'd do so much 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

if it

love

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

her head

to tell me about her morning. The laughs she had when one of the

too," she told me with a

"You did?"

"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 I was creative." "That's sweet," I told her as I glanced down

soothing voice could fill remained. A

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

stopped a taxi, gave him the

I shouldn't have told him. But then he would

I didn't regret

him.

heard it

him and then his anger

been