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

melt in his arms. "I

was quicker than

and took my lips in a quick

us, he went upstairs to check on Justin and also freshen

yesterday?" He asked Amie as we all had an early

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

to ramble on about whatever

returned to her room to take her

stayed with Dennis while he

we weren't talking about the randomest things, I was scrolling through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme, I'd

"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

you haven't said anything. Plus you

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

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

part of me had hoped that he'd

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

it's not

When was this? Was this when we

His brows scrunched up. "You didn't even let me explain and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further infuriated me.

up the phone he'd dropped and thrust it in his face. "It's self explanatory There's no need to feed me with

your voice, you'll wake Amie," was all he gritted

his palm over his face. "Look, I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's

something."

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

he was by my side on

if I wanted to hear his damned