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. Go on with

presentation continued and I could barely

then, my gaze

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

just couldn't wait for the

"Are you alright, sir?"

my gaze away

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

shifted my laptop even closer as if it would make

us to cut the

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

on and I

we said our closing pleasantries and everyone returned

last person walked out

picked up my phone and opened up

sent the post and now looked like a short time

read each

friend

moved over to

Tye Ridar 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

to the next comment. 'Marry the

frowned at that and moved to the

friend must

love and maybe the partner too. The child might still be young,

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

your friend still love

circumstances caused them to break

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

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

for a full minute before I chose the