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.

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

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

to stir. As he opened his mouth and mumbled a response, I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent

It was obvious that he had been

the busiest and bubbliest bars in town, he never drank. He just wasn't a drinker. Well, he stopped being one. I just hoped this trying time would not make him return

the one he slept in. I arranged his legs on

attempting to choke me with the pungent smell of alcohol.

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

heavy. I couldn't

need some

managed to pull him

stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words. But slowly, they

he tried to

you too, Dennis, but you can't hug me now, else

he muttered in a

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

wife ever." Then his smile

and it

will I do

leave me for Aiden?

I wanted to say but... it felt wrong.

he was drunk.

him