Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

"Or would you rather wait in his office?" He glanced around the place and flashed me an apologetic smile. "I don't think the boss would appreciate it if I let you wait here."

I smiled. "Anywhere is fine, really. I just want to wait till he returns."

"Then you should wait in his office," he deadpanned. "Please, you're the boss' wife."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Then I turned to my left. It's this way, right?" I pointed to the furnished stairway.

He nodded. "Yes, let me escort you."

"Okay." I stepped aside so he could lead the way.

I didn't like all the formality and deference. It made me feel really out of place than I already was. If I knew my way, I would have preferred if he didn't 'escort' me.

I admired the design of the hallway as we passed through it. It all screamed Dennis. Dark and intricate.

My attention returned to the manager when he suddenly stopped walking and stopped before a dark aok door.

"Here we are," he said in a cheery tone as he began to wrap his fingers around the doorknob.

"Oh no, there's no need for that." I stopped him and quickly took hold of the door knob.

Almost bowing to me and escorting me was enough. There was no way I'd let him open doors for me.

looked flustered as he glanced up at me. "Oh please,

You've received me so well, manager. I appreciate it. You can go

looked like he was about to insist on opening the door, then he'd escort me into the room and pull out the chair I'd sit on for me but he seemed to decide against it as he inclined his head and muttered 'Okay.' Then he added, "You won't have to wait for long. The boss

"Thank you."

was, as I turned down

room, the smile on my face froze as I took in the long-legged girl seated

she uncrossed

the room. Oh no. Am I in the

"Um, who are you?"

to spill up the top of her shirt that was unbuttoned. She arched her brows, "Tabitha, and you are?" "Dennis' wife," I said slowly, unable to stop staring

this wasn't Dennis' office, who

to her sides and they began to pull down her skirt as

curled in a shaky smile. "Umm... good day, ma'am. I'm the

could say anything, she had rushed past

the doorway for

headed for the plush couch

as I lowered myself into the seat. "For all I know, this one might

was nothing in her hands and her

a smile, I

I'd been waiting. I let out a huff as I

have just gone home. Atleast, he'd eventually come home and I was sure we'd definitely settle

I'd lose our friendship and marriage was just anxiety. Dennis loves me and he'd definitely not let this ruin

of just staring at