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.

****

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

his arms.

"It was quicker than

his head and took my lips in

us, he went

Amie as we all had

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

needed to ramble on about whatever went on in

her room to take

with Dennis

the randomest things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme, I'd show him

stop 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 another lady in what looked like a private pool. "Ana?"

haven't said anything. Plus you look like you've just

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

the phone and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered under his

my hairline. A big part of me had hoped that he'd deny it, that he'd point out that it wasn't

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

swear, it's not what it looks

feeling disgusted. "What the fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was this when we fought? Was this why you left

blaming me," he sounded

yelled as I picked up the phone he'd dropped and thrust it in his face. "It's self explanatory There's

wake Amie," was all he gritted

I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like it looks. These pictures have been doctored

something."

feeling a sudden headache come on. "Oh Dennis, how could you do this to me?" I lowered myself

I heard him say then he was by my side on his

I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear his damned explanation