Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

I was exhausted, mostly mentally, by the time I returned home.

As I dragged my feet to the door, I made a mental list of the things I had to do.

Pack some painting books for Amie...

After we tried to reach Dennis and he didn't pick up. Amie had agreed that he might really be busy with work as I'd said.

Then she said, "You'll go home today, right? When you get home, tell him I miss him so much! When he's coming, he should come with some of my painting materials. I'm always bored whenever I'm not sleeping." Then she beamed, "Besides, I promised to draw something for him."

I had taken that as an opportunity to cheer her up and begged her to tell me what she was going to draw for him but she wouldn't tell. She just said, "It's a secret between my daddy and I."

With a sigh, I came to a stop before the door. I tried to unlock it but was surprised that it wasn't locked.

Dennis is back? My heart warmed. Him choosing to come home early was a good thing. Maybe he wanted to visit Amie early tomorrow before he goes to work. I just hoped Aiden would be too busy to visit her tomorrow.

"Dennis?" I called as I pushed the door open. The lights were still off as I'd left it so I turned them on.

I heard someone mutter something in a low voice.

I turned to the direction that the voice had come from and found Dennis sprawled carelessly on one of the couches, shoes and all.

"Dennis?" I repeated as I walked up to him. He soft snores notified me that he was asleep when I stopped before him.

chair's arm, his back arched over the couch. He struggled to rest one of his legs on the chair closest to him while the other

down to wake him and guide him upstairs, the distinct scent of alcohol wafted towards me. It wasn't unusual to detect that aroma on

I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent that enveloped him. I wrinkled my nose. Goodness! The

aroma of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been drinking. He was drunk and it was very unlike

just wasn't a drinker. Well, he stopped being one. I just hoped this trying time would not make him

beside the one he slept in. I

with the pungent

of his arm. I pulled him to me. When he rested his face

I

need some help

pull him up. We then headed for

stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words. But

he tried to hug me which almost

me now, else you'd get both of us

he muttered in a defeated

just get you to bed, okay? So you can sleep

slurred, "Best wife ever." Then his smile fell.

voice was sad and it

I do

me for

won't leave you, Dennis, I wanted to say but... it felt

he was

him