Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

I slammed my fist on Cole's desk, causing everything on top to rattle.

"What the hell do you mean you can't find him?"

"Did I hear you well or have I suddenly developed an ear problem?"

Cole shrank back. His eyes were wide with fear and remorse.

"I'm sorry man, I've tried everything. James just...disappeared without a trace after taking all our investments."

Rage boiled inside me. I grabbed Cole by the lapels and shoved him against the wall.

"You're supposed to be the expert! You vouched for this guy!"

"I know, I know," Cole sputtered, hands up defensively.

"Believe me, I'm just as gutted as you are. I lost every penny too!"

I sneered.

"Yeah? Well it's a lot easier for you to be casual about losing pocket change. I put in $100,000 man! Do you have any idea how much I sacrificed for that?"

The memories flooded back, of all the rights I had to part with to raise that money. I thought that if the investment paid off, I could buy a whole new collection and more. Now all I had to show for it was NOTHING. Letting go of Cole, I ran shaky hands through my hair. I started pacing, mind racing over how I could possibly make this right. The bars were doing well, but not well enough to absorb that steep a loss quickly. "I'm ruined..." I muttered, then whirled on Cole again.

"This is on you! You talked me into this scheme with your big dreams about life-changing profits!"

Cole flinched at my booming voice.

"I didn't know he was going to run a damn Ponzi scheme! The backgrounds, documentation, it all checked out!"

and hurled

head in, alarmed. "Everything

the woman to shrink

desk as I

still a way to track this bastard down and

shake his

man. He covered his tracks

flipped the desk with an animalistic bellow, raining papers and

from the liquor cart and heaved it

and slammed the

hard the frame nearly splintered. I

parking lot with

down my face.

the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I exploded with a strangled cry of anguish,

"Stupid...fucking...idiot!"

punctuated with another bone-jarring strike against the steering

be some

radiating through my hands chased away any hope

slumped forward

forehead on the

crashed down around me. I

nearly every asset to raise

spat

chance it all for more. For what? To

for, gone in an instant because of my greed and one man's deception. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying in vain to somehow make this waking nightmare go away. But the throbbing ache in my

had gambled

a shaky breath and tried to compose myself enough to drive home. I fumbled the key into the ignition, twisting it

didn't turn. It was stuck fast, defying my increasingly frantic

as I wrenched the