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.

so the presentation continued

then, my gaze

what their responses would be; to see what conclusion I would come to

just couldn't wait for the meeting to

"Are you alright, sir?"

gaze away from my

the oldest employees, fell on my phone and then on my face, "Is everything

of course, I'm fine," I sat up and shifted my laptop even closer as

you want us to

you?" I demanded, pretending to focus on the man

I almost wondered

closing pleasantries and everyone

person

I picked up my phone and opened

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

read each comment to

commenter; hildart55: Your friend

sighed and moved over to the

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

over to the next comment. 'Marry the

at that and moved

friend must

your friend 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

particular comment over and over again.

friend still love his

caused them to break up?

myself in the mother's shoes (your friend's first love). If the breakup ended badly, there's no way I'll let him near my

Imagine you get to know right now, at this moment, that the person you believe is

pondered on that question for a full minute before