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.

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 upstairs, the distinct scent of alcohol wafted towards me. It

his mouth and mumbled a response, I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent

the usual teasing aroma of alcohol. It was obvious that he had

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

one he slept in. I arranged

incoherent words, unconsciously attempting to choke me with the pungent smell of alcohol. Then he wiped his face with

he rested his face on my stomach, I wrapped my

was heavy. I couldn't

I need some

pull him up. We then headed for

muttering disjointed words.

tried to hug me which

but you can't hug me now, else you'd get both of us

he muttered

I'm not mad. let's just get you to bed, okay? So you can sleep

and slurred, "Best wife ever." Then his

was sad and it

will I do

won't leave me

I wanted to say but... it felt

was

him