Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AIDEN

I propped my elbow on the table and held my phone up.

My eyes read the question I typed over and over again. Eventually, I shook my head. No. Even if it's anonymous, it will be obvious that it's me. Atleast to whoever knows me. So I rephrase the question.

'I have a friend. He has two kids with his first love but they're no longer together due to some circumstances. My friend and his first love are both married but to different people. But his first child has no idea who her father is. How does he tell the child that he's her father without causing a problem? Is it even advisable for him to tell the child?

"Mr Aiden?"

I raised my head and looked up at them.

All eyes were on me.

"Yes?" I racked my brain and tried to remember what we had been talking about. Oh, yes. The strategy to sell our new product.

"Has everyone dropped their thoughts on the new campaign design?"

They shook their heads. Then the manager said, "It's your turn to make a choice, sir."

I lowered my gaze and skimmed the message I typed one more time and quickly posted it to the group then I exited the F******k app on my phone.

All eyes were on me when I looked up. They must be wondering what kind of boss I was.

Well, the kind that had issues with his personal life.

I cleared my throat as I placed my phone on the table, face down.

"Okay," I muttered as I sat up and pulled my computer laptop closer.

I squinted at the screen as I observed the slides for a while.

I nodded. "The third one." I looked up, "What's the majority's vote?"

"The third one sir," the manager answered.

all good then. Go on

so the presentation continued and I could barely

my gaze would fall

it, to see if there had been any comments, to see what their responses would be; to see what

couldn't wait for the

"Are you alright, sir?"

dragged my gaze away from my phone.

gaze of the man that asked the question, one of the oldest employees, fell on my phone and then on my

up and shifted my laptop even closer as if it would make

want us to cut

demanded, pretending to focus on the man doing the

on and on and I

our closing pleasantries and everyone returned to

as the last person walked out

my phone and opened up the

I sent the post and now looked like a short time for the massive influx of

read each comment to the

hildart55: Your friend shouldn't. She's

and moved over to the

then she probably has seen the new partner as her dad. I don't know, man. Depends on my relationship with the child.' I reclined back in

over to the next comment. 'Marry

at that and

friend must be really

have a serious talk with his first love and maybe the partner too. The child might still be young, she might be happy with her new dad but She deserves to know who her father is. Not some years later, she deserves to

and over again. Before I scrolled to the next

friend still love

'What circumstances caused them to break

friend's first love). If the breakup ended

your daughter's shoes. Imagine you get to know right now, at this moment, that

full minute before I chose the latter