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.

one of his legs on the chair closest to him while the other dangled to the floor. I didn't need to

scent of alcohol wafted towards me. It wasn't unusual to detect that aroma on him,

response, I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent that

aroma of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been drinking.

bubbliest bars in town, he never drank. He just wasn't a drinker. Well, he stopped being one. I just hoped

bag on the couch beside the one he slept in. I arranged his legs on the

only managed to murmur more incoherent words, unconsciously attempting to choke me with the pungent smell of alcohol. Then

pulled him to me. When he rested his

I

need some

managed to pull him up.

up the stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words.

you," he drawled and then he tried to hug me which almost caused us to

you can't hug me now, else you'd get both of us killed. Let's get up

sorry," he muttered in

I'm not mad. let's just get you to

and slurred, "Best wife ever." Then his

and it pulled

will I do

won't leave me for Aiden?

leave you, Dennis, I wanted to say but... it felt wrong.

was drunk.

him that I