Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 402

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.

I shook my head. “It's all good then. Go on with the presentation.“

And so the presentation continued and I could barely concentrate.

Now and then, my gaze would fall on my phone.

I was itching 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 I read the comments.

I just couldn't wait for the meeting to end.

“Are you alright, sir?“

I dragged my gaze away from my phone. “What?“

The gaze of the man that asked the question, one of the oldest employees, fell on my phone and then on my face, “Is everything okay, sir?“

“Yes, of course, I'm fine,’’ I sat up and shifted my laptop even closer as if it would make any difference.

“Do you want us to cut the meeting short?“

‘Does your friend still love his ex?’

Next; ‘What circumstances caused them to break up? This depends.’

And next. ‘I'm a lady so I'm trying to put 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 daughter.’

‘Put yourself in your daughter's shoes. Imagine you get to know right now, at this moment, that the person you believe is your father isn't your father, how would you feel? Fantastic? Betrayed?’

I pondered on that question for a full minute before I chose the latter option.

‘Guys, the poor girl deserves to know. Please!’

Next comment; ‘I saw my foster parents as my real parents for years and I love them. Though my parents are dead, when I found out that my foster parents weren't my real parents as I'd been made to believe, it hurt like hell. I felt like I had been living a lie all my life. Since they were dead (since my birth), knowing the truth wouldn't have changed anything but it would have been good to know that.’

I reread that comment too several times, and I could tell how hurt the commenter must have been.

Nevertheless, I scrolled to the next comment.

‘She's still a kid, yeah? Tell her now. It'll be an easier pill for you all. When she grows older, it's gonna be bad.’

‘I don't see how him telling the child the truth will cause a problem. I'd advise him to tell her.’

‘Just tell her, man. If she finds out herself she might hate y'all.’

‘No offense but is your friend a pedophile? A perv? A drug addict, is he violent? If he isn't going to cause any harm to the child then you should advise him to go ahead and claim his role in her life but if he will cause harm to her, please, advise his first love to flee with the child and her family or report to the police.’

After I read the last comment which was a bold ‘TELL HER!’ I took a deep breath and placed my phone on the table face down.