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.

over the couch. He struggled to rest one of his legs on the chair closest to him while the other dangled to

towards me. It wasn't unusual

mumbled a response, I instinctively and swiftly leaned back, taken aback by the pungent scent that enveloped him. I wrinkled my nose.

that he had been drinking. He was drunk and it was very

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

in. I arranged his legs on

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

he rested his face on my stomach, I wrapped my arm around him

was heavy. I couldn't

need some

unsteady help, I managed to pull him up.

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

he tried to hug me which

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

muttered in a

get you to bed, okay? So you can sleep

"Best wife ever." Then his smile fell.

sad and it pulled at

will I

won't leave me for Aiden? Promise

Dennis, I wanted to

he was drunk. When

him that I won't