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.

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

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

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

he had been drinking. He was

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

in. I arranged his legs on the floor and straightened his neck. "Dennis?

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

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

I

I need some help

managed to pull him up. We then

we staggered up the stairs, he kept muttering disjointed words. But

he tried to hug me which

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

he muttered in

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

wife ever." Then his smile

was sad and it pulled

will I do

me for Aiden?

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

he was drunk. When

him that I