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.

back arched over the couch. He struggled to rest one of his legs on the chair closest to him while the other dangled to the floor. I didn't need to be in that position to be able to

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

As he opened his mouth and mumbled a response, I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent that enveloped him. I wrinkled

wasn't the usual teasing aroma of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been drinking. He was

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

in. I arranged his legs on the floor and straightened

unconsciously attempting to choke me with the pungent smell of

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

heavy. I couldn't do it

need

pull him up. We then headed for the

the stairs, he kept muttering disjointed

drawled and then he tried to hug me which almost caused

can't hug me now,

muttered in a defeated

"It's okay. I'm not mad. let's just get you

wife ever." Then

and it

I

leave me for

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

he was drunk.

I'd assure him that