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.

giggled as she

myself melt in his arms. "I thought you had a business

nodded. "It was quicker than I

his head and took my lips in a quick

chat with both of us, he went upstairs to

yesterday?" He asked Amie as

returned home very late yesterday so there was no chance to chat like they always did as Amie

permission she needed to ramble on about whatever went

returned to her room to

stayed with Dennis while he

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

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?"

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

the phone in his direction. "What are those?" I folded my arms across

when he picked up 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

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

can explain. I swear, it's not

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

already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further

explain? Tell me!" I yelled as I picked up the phone he'd dropped

wake Amie," was all he gritted

to be in that position but! swear

something."

could you do this to me?" I lowered myself into the bed

by my side on his knees. "Let

if I wanted to hear his damned explanation