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.

good then. Go on

so the presentation continued

my gaze

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

couldn't wait for the meeting to

"Are you alright, sir?"

away from

of the oldest employees, fell on my phone

I'm fine," I sat up and shifted my laptop even closer as if it would make

to cut the

Where were you?" I demanded, pretending

on and I almost wondered if it

pleasantries and everyone returned to their

watched as the last person walked out

I picked up my phone

now looked like a short time

each comment to the

friend shouldn't. She's just

moved over to the

wrote, "if I am your friend I would want my child to know that I'm her father. But 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 the seat. I didn't expect that to end that open

over to the next comment. 'Marry the mother of your

at that and moved to the

friend must be really

might still be young, she might be happy with her new dad but She deserves to know who her

over and over again. Before I scrolled to

friend still

circumstances caused them to break up? This

to put myself in the mother's shoes (your friend's first love).

moment, that the person you believe is your father isn't your father,

pondered on that question for a full minute before I