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 the

presentation continued and I could barely

gaze would

any comments, to see what their responses

couldn't wait for

"Are you alright, sir?"

gaze away from my

that asked the question, one of the oldest employees, fell on my phone and then on my face, "Is

my laptop even closer as

you want us to cut

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

on and I almost wondered

pleasantries and everyone returned

watched as the last person walked out of

calmly, I picked up my phone and opened up the

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

began to read each comment

friend shouldn't. She's

moved over to the next

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

next comment. 'Marry the mother

that and moved to the

friend must be

to have asked you this. I'd suggest that 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

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

still love

'What circumstances caused them to break up? This

put myself in the mother's shoes (your friend's first love). If the breakup ended badly, there's

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

for a full minute before