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.

position. His neck looked 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

alcohol wafted towards me. It wasn't

leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent that enveloped him. I wrinkled my nose. Goodness! The overwhelming aroma of alcohol

It was obvious that he

of the busiest and bubbliest bars in town, he never drank. He just wasn't a drinker. Well, he stopped being one.

one he slept in. I arranged his legs on the floor and straightened his

unconsciously attempting to choke me with the pungent

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

heavy. I couldn't do it

I need some help

help, I managed to pull him up. We then

stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words.

and then he tried to hug me which

love you too, Dennis, but you can't hug me now, else you'd get both of

he muttered in a defeated

get you to bed, okay?

ever." Then his smile fell. "Ana, will

and it

I

won't leave me for

I wanted to say

was

assure him that I won't