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

myself melt in his arms. "I thought you had

was quicker

his head and took my

us, he went upstairs to check on Justin and

He asked Amie

home very late yesterday so there was no chance to chat like they always

that was the permission she needed to

returned to her

stayed with Dennis

through I*******m. I'd see a funny meme, I'd show

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?" I finally turned to

been talking and you haven't

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

widened when he picked up the phone and viewed the pictures. "Fuck!" He muttered under

big part of me had hoped that he'd deny

how calm I sounded. I am screaming

I swear, it's not what it

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

taken aback. His brows scrunched up. "You didn't even let me explain and you're already. blaming me,"

I picked up the phone he'd dropped and thrust it in his face. "It's self explanatory There's no

you'll wake Amie," was all he gritted

be in

something."

"Oh Dennis, how could you do

him say then he was by my

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