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.

he glanced up at

me so well, manager. I appreciate it. You can

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

"Thank you."

good employee he was,

the smile on my face froze as I took in the long-legged

had her gaze fixed on me as she uncrossed her legs and slowly got

glanced around the room. Oh no. Am I in the wrong

"Um, who are you?"

her boobs 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

if this wasn't Dennis' office,

hands fell to her sides and they began to pull down her skirt as though they

"Umm... good day, ma'am.

she had rushed past me and

stared at the doorway

shook my head and turned around headed for the plush couch she

myself as I lowered myself into the seat. "For all I know, this one might have come to steal," I continued as

I was sure she took nothing. There was nothing in her hands and her outfit was to small to hide anything

sunk deeper into the chair with a sigh,my eyes closed and lips curved in a

as I remembered the manager's words. "Didn't he say he'd be with

come home and I was sure

our friendship and marriage was just anxiety. Dennis loves me

just staring at the