Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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"First, why are you trying to reach her?" That was the first question that Grace blurted out.

I told her why I needed to reach either Rise or Sandra and her mouth formed an 'O' then she pouted, "I really feel bad for him."

"Me too," I murmured back. My eyes followed Grace as she got back to work; she seemed to be joining some fabrics with a tiny needle.

"Now that Rose isn't picking up, I guess I have to call Sandra," I shrugged and with my lips twisted unpleasantly, I dialed Sandra's number. As I dialed her line, I wondered how come I had it. She answered almost immediately, as if she had been expecting my call.

"Hello?"

*Sandra. It's Sydney."

"Sydney?" She sounded

a low groan but I ignored it and kept talking, "I just learned from her that you haven't visited your fiancé since

"So?"

consider the amount of money

duh!" Sandra said nonchalantly, "We are yet to have our engagement ceremony so he's not really my fiancé yet. That being said, I have no obligation to take

that, Sandra. You guys are dating and you're the one he intends to get married to and spend the rest

boring' groans, "Spare me. What am I? A nurse? Besides, that's why

"Sandr-"

hospital bed. "Hey, how is he in bed? Before and after the accident." She didn't let me respond as he droned on, "My God, I heard that some people lose their sexual ability after waking up from a serious accident, how am I supposed to live with that?! I simply cannot accept that! The marriage won't even work, it will be a disaster. You know,

call was on speaker. The hell!

was fuming with anger but I suppressed it." How would I know how he is in bed, Sandra? I've never

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