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

presentation continued and I

and then, my gaze would fall

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

just couldn't wait for

"Are you alright, sir?"

away from my phone.

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

of course, I'm fine," I sat up and shifted my

you want us to cut

on. Where were you?" I demanded,

on and I

pleasantries and everyone

the last person walked

up my phone and opened up the F*******

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

began to read each comment

friend shouldn't. She's just

sighed and moved over to

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

over to the next comment. 'Marry

and moved

must be really

might still be young, she

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

your friend still love

caused them

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

right now, at this moment, that the person you believe is your father isn't your

for a full minute before