Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I looked up and his brows were deeply furrowed, confusion and worry swirling in his eyes as he looked at me like I was menta© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Ana, are you okay?" He asked, concerned, "Who's Amie?"

"Your daughter."

unstable.

The concern vanished, his brows straightened but his eyes clouded with more confusion.

"My daughter? I have a daughter?"

I swallowed. Ever since I had given birth to Amie, I had lived a day like this a thousand times in my head and dreaded every bit of it. It worsened when he turned out to be our boss and I always found myself worried that he would find out and take her away from me but after I married Dennis, I believed I had nothing to worry about anymore. But I should've known.

I swallowed and nodded. "You do."

Then his gaze held disbelief as he gaped at me, open mouthed.

"I have a daughter?" He repeated after a long silence. "Ana, is this some kind of sick joke?"

My voice trembled. "I have a daughter, Aiden, and you're the father."

Then his eyes grew alight with anger, hurt...

"I'm sorry," I whispered and directed my gaze to my fingers as they twiddled within themselves. A tear dropped on my hand and I sniffed. I'm sorry I kept the truth from you. I'm sorry I kept her from you." There was no d...no sound came from him and so I looked up. He was still staring at me, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace

I let out a soft gasp when he abruptly pushed his chair back and the

desk forward, their scraping noises filling the so for that short

moment, as he leapt out of his seat and strided to the window.

He stared out the window and I didn't need anyone to tell me that he walked over there to hide his tears from me, to hold himself back from the anger he felt.

And I felt even more guilty that I had kept her from him all these years. Even when Amie used to constantly cry for a dad, I never made any attempt to find him and let him know that he has a daughter. After I discovered the whole truth about what caused our departure months ago, I realized that I had kept her away from him for nothing. He didn't deserve it. He never did. But then, with Sharon in the picture, I felt it was too late.

"I'm sorry, Aiden. I was just angry because of the way we departed. I felt you didn't deserve any part in her life.

"Don't you dare say 'we'," he dealt me with a deathly glare. "I never departed, you did. I-" he broke off, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice trembled, "Six years, Ana," het held up his fingers, "Six freaking years and you never felt the need to inform me about my child?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry." I never thought I would regret keeping her from him this much... I was always so sure that I was doing the right thing.

"I'm sorry," I repeated. "I'm so sorry, Aiden but I need your help to save her life."

"So what now, if she didn't fall sick, you would have still thought I didn't. deserve a part in her life?"

I looked away from the accus on in his eyes and lowered my head. I

had no words because he was right. If Amie wasn't sick, I would have continued to live happily with Dennis,

He turned back to the window and the room was bathed in a 1se silence.

His voice broke the silence. "What did the doctor say again?" His voice was calm, as if he had accepted his fate.

I swallowed. "We need to make a sibling that would be a bone marrow match for her but not the traditional way."

He glanced at me and I explained more.

"This process is called the Savior Sibling conception. Instead of making the sibling the traditional way through sexual intercourse, in order to make sure the new baby will be a match for her, we'd have to go through IVF after which the embryo will be tested and the one with the greatest matches her will be selected and implanted in me to grow into. a baby."

"What?!"