Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

I glared after Sharon as she strutted out of the cafe, head held high. In this run-down area, she looked so out of place. Even though she was casually dressed, she still smelt and looked like a billion dollar. Snatching her as our client would have been the best thing ever. But she was as lethal as she was rich. I could see that in the way she warned me off, the stoic set of her features since we met. She was not someone you could easily joke with or dupe. It was apparent. I should have listened to Sid.

Certain that if I pressed further, she would definitely get me arrested, I decided to let her be.

With no other option, I decided to sell my story.

"How was it?" The guys asked when I returned that day.

"Epic fail," was all I said before I retired to my room. And they knew very well to leave me be.

I brought up the footage of Dennis and I. It had been something I intended to keep to only myself and maybe show it to Dennis someday, but since he's refused, then I'll put it to use.

I spent the whole night editing the shit out of the pictures, making what normally would have looked okay look obscene.

By midnight, the pictures were to my satisfaction. I contacted the publisher, got my pay and sent the pictures to him.

The stupid marriage that made him reject me could go to hell.

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ANASTASIA

"Hey baby," Dennis picked Amie up and pulled her in for a hug.

Today being a weekend, he returned early from work.

"So I don't deserve a hug, huh?" I teased, my arms crossed over my bossom asinwatched him pour all his attention to Amie. "Of course, you do, my love," he said and walked up to me to hug.

as

in his arms. "I thought

nodded. "It was quicker than

took my

both of us, he went upstairs to check on Justin

asked Amie as

chance to

permission she needed to ramble

to her room to take her

stayed with Dennis

things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme,

the screen and my heart slammed against my chest and I knew this one would induce some serious talk. "Babe?" His voice jolted me out of the horror that was pictures of my husband having sex with

His smile waned. "I've been talking and you haven't said anything.

have preferred if that was what I saw," I bit out and turned the phone in his direction. "What are those?" I folded my arms across

and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered under his breath and ran his fingers through

big part of me had hoped that he'd deny

surprised at how calm I sounded. I

I swear, it's not what

fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was this

and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and

dropped and thrust it in his face. "It's self explanatory There's no

Amie,"

I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear

something."

headache come on. "Oh Dennis, how could you do

say then he was by my side on his knees. "Let

if I wanted to hear his