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.

twisted as he rested his head in the 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

alcohol wafted towards me. It wasn't

I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken

wasn't the usual teasing aroma of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been drinking. He was drunk and it was very unlike

drinker. Well, he stopped being one. I just hoped this

the couch beside the one he slept in. I

choke me with the pungent smell of alcohol. Then he wiped his face with his hand and continued to

arm. I pulled him to me. When he rested his face on my stomach, I wrapped my arm around him and

I couldn't do it

I need some help

his unsteady help, I managed to pull

staggered up the stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words. But slowly, they started to

he drawled and then he tried to hug me which almost

now, else you'd get

he muttered in

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

"Best wife ever." Then his smile fell. "Ana, will you

sad and it pulled

will I

leave me for Aiden?

Dennis, I wanted to say

was drunk. When

assure him that I won't