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 she watched

arms.

"It was quicker

his head and took my lips in

quick chat with both of us, he went

He asked Amie as we all had an

so there was no chance to chat like they always did as Amie

"Awesome!" And that was the permission she needed to ramble on about whatever went on in her

her room to take her afternoon

stayed with Dennis

talking about the randomest things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme, I'd show him and we'd laugh about

pictures, my fingers froze stop the screen and my heart slammed against my chest and I knew this one would induce some serious talk. "Babe?" His voice

haven't said anything. Plus

bit out and turned the phone in his direction. "What are those?" I folded my arms

picked up the phone and viewed the pictures.

hoped

surprised at how calm I sounded. I am screaming inside my head

explain. I swear, it's not what it

I repeated incredulously feeling disgusted. "What the fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was this when

didn't even let me explain and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further

the phone he'd dropped

voice, you'll wake Amie," was all

be in that

something."

headache come on. "Oh Dennis, how could you do this to me?" I lowered myself into the bed and whispered.

say then he was by my side on his

I wanted to hear his damned