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.

giggled as

felt myself melt in his arms. "I

nodded. "It was quicker than I

he lowered his head and took my lips in a

went upstairs to check on

He asked Amie as

was no chance to chat like they always did

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

returned to her

Dennis while

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

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

okay?" His smile waned. "I've been talking and you haven't

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

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

hairline. A big part of me had hoped that

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

swear, it's not

fucking hell, Dennis! When was this? Was this when we fought?

and you're already. blaming me," he sounded angry and that only further infuriated me. He has no right

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

wake Amie," was all

"Look, I'm sorry that I allowed myself to be in that position but! swear it's not like it looks. These

something."

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

was by my side on his

if I wanted to hear his damned