Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

I watched as her chest rose and fell, a smile on her lips

She had refused to lay down unless I did with her. I knew she was tired but she waited till I was done doing the dishes and together we came upstairs.

I had just successfully extracted myself from her loose grip without waking her.

I sighed as I sat at the foot of the bed. Now that she was asleep and her bubbly energy and presence was at bay, I felt that sinking feeling creep back in.

I tried to think back to all the fun times we've had in the past and the ones we had this afternoon as I cooked and while we ate, the ones I've had with Amie but it persisted. Without any rational thought, I grabbed my car keys and headed downstairs.

I'd just go for a drive... something to calm me.

As I made my way to the car, I stumbled a couple of times. I frowned as I looked at the floor both times, there was nothing there.

What's wrong with me? I thought as I got into the car. As I aimlessly drove around for a while, I watched my hands tremble on the steering wheel, my heartbeats coming faster.

I tried to focus on Amie's smile and Ana's ever adorable pout. I tried to fill my head with their delightful voices. I worked on fixing my focus on the road but nothing seemed to be working. My thoughts were in total chaos, dragging me farther down.

"I need a drink," I murmured as I swerved into a random bar's parking lot.

Outside the car, I gripped the door to steady myself for a while. I watched my hands tremble, and every noise in the background seemed to increase by the second; the sound of my own heartbeat, the sound of shuffling feet and quiet laughter; I could hear them like they were in my head.

I took a deep breath, pushed away from the car and made my way to the bar.

How had it gotten so bad? I'd been fine-no, I'd thought I'd be fine. I mean Ana and I were good again. But now, it felt like everything was slipping from my grip, my mental health and happiness, and I couldn't stop it."

As I plonked into one of the cushioned seats in the bar, I felt exhausted both physically and mentally. Everything felt exhausting. My thoughts, my body, everything.

One of the bar boys walked up to me, "What would you like, sir?"

rasped. Anything strong.

I was falling into a bottomless pit, going deeper with each second. The world around me began to fade into shadows. No matter how hard I tried

doctor; "I'll make sure she's always at

can't do that

to get back in

boy brought and reached for my phone in my pocket. My fingers swiftly scrolled through my contacts until I stopped on the phone number I

it and the

"Hello, sir."

I murmured into the phone,

"Sir?" Tabitha quipped.

"I'll send you the address,

"Okay, boss."

But I finally sent her the address of the bar

had dozed off but it felt like

at her as she stood before me,

was clad in a short sleek

clung to her curves, the fabric hugging her like

than a

straps held up the dress on her bare shoulders, leaving her collarbones exposed. The dress ended high on her

glint of silver jewelry that sat on the wrists that she placed on

I asked, slightly disoriented as I

nodded, then I heard

nodding. "So tell me, how will

ignited some

to acknowledge

continued. "At

searched her face for any hint of humor. I