Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

I forced myself to drive to Tabitha's church. I'd had to frequent the place more than I liked. It was getting harder keeping it away from Ana. Most days, I itched to tell her what I was up to. But I didn't want to lift her hopes in case all these were just a waste of time. I had asked when we'd get to the actual part and that was all it had taken for them to put an end to the lectures and introduce me to the real work.

Since then, my visits have always been one bath after another with smelly water. The last time, the water had been green. When I'd asked why it was so, one of them had listed the long list of herbs they had put in it. I had to hold my breath half the time and tightly press my lips together so I didn't choke on the bad smell or mistakenly swallow whatever the fuck it was.

I sighed as I parked my car before the church. I just hoped today will be better, or better not a bath. Because if I am asked to bathe with another colored water, it'd be the last straw, I will completely lose it. They could keep their damned miracles to themselves. "Welcome, sir."

As usual, Tabitha welcomed me. She would escort me to the room where I'd take the stupid baths and afterward disappear.

But today, when we stepped into the room, she didn't leave. Another thing that stood out of place was the tank-like thing in the middle of the room.

"Welcome, brother." That was what the men sometimes called me. I'd noticed that Tabitha seemed to be the only lady amongst them. I nodded.

One of them walked to the tank. "All these while, we've been cleansing you, purifying you, body and soul. Today is the holy cleansing."

There was never an end to these cleansings, were they?

"The water for today's bath has been infused with herbs that are meant to calm you," he began to explain as I always ask what was in the water before I use it. "It will calm you and take all your frustrations and disturbing emotions away." Honestly, I couldn't get over how weirdly everyone, except Tabitha, speaks here. What does he mean by disturbing emotions?

"So what's this?" I eyed the big tank.

synonymous to a tank,

in there? Why isn't it in the bathroom?" My gaze slid to the door of

as regular baths anymore. You'll immerse yourself in this one. You have to

I saw that the tank was almost filled to the brim, I wondered if they intended to drown

I was given. They left the room while I got out of my

was done, with the towel wrapped around my hips, they

into the soak

I wasn't so grumpy or skeptical anymore. I sighed

now on, then

like the

time I had to stay in there was up, I got out and dried myself up, pulling

action was to sit and listen to some people

they just liked to see how bored I was, I thought as I yawned through every

first time, I thought that maybe the church wasn't a

pocket. I usually put my phone on silent

the unknown number, a frown

voice speaks up. "Am I speaking with

"Yes," I answered tentatively.

of the company you spoke with about collaborating with one of your

he mentioned the location of my bar that they had chosen. This discussion was several months ago,