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.

head. "It's all good then. Go on with

so the presentation continued and

my gaze would fall on

comments, to see what their responses would be;

wait for the meeting to

"Are you alright, sir?"

gaze away

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

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

you want us to

Where were you?" I demanded, pretending

on and on and I almost wondered if it

we said our closing pleasantries and everyone

as the last person walked out of

calmly, I picked up my phone and opened up the F*******

between when I sent the post and now looked like a short time for the massive

read each comment to the

commenter; hildart55: Your friend shouldn't. She's

moved over to

seen the new partner as her dad. I don't know, man. Depends on my relationship with the child.' I reclined back in the seat. I didn't expect that to

comment. 'Marry the mother

at that and moved

must be

maybe the partner too. The child might still be young, she might be happy with

particular comment over and over again. Before I scrolled to the next

your friend still love his

'What circumstances caused them

the mother's shoes (your friend's first love). If the breakup ended badly, there's no way I'll

to know right now, at this moment, that the person

full minute before I chose