Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AUTHOR'S POV

Right then and there, Amie's world crumbled around her.

"What do you mean she didn't make it?" Her eyes welled up as she gripped the doctor's coat. "Talk to me, doctor, tell me Amie will be fine."

"I'm sorry, Mrs Dennis," the doctor said, feeling sorry for the poor girl. She did not deserve what happened to her, especially not after what she had gone through.

"Ana," Dennis swallowed as he pulled her back as she refused to let go of the doctor's shirt.

"Let go of me," she yelled and pushed Dennis off her. "Go away."

Dennis was about to go back to her when the doctor put his hand up to stop Dennis. He flashed him a small smile, indicating that it was okay.

Slowly, Ana fell to the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, as she wailed. "No."

Then she shook her head. "No. Amie won't just leave me," she cried as she ran down the hallway.

Before anyone could stop her, she threw the door to Amie's room open. She ran to Amie's side and pulled the bedsheet off her body.

"Amie," she gently slapped her cheeks. "Amie wake up, mommy's here, Amie," she called repeatedly, her body trembling with her cry. Her tears dropped on Amie's face and the hospital gown that she still had on.

Even in death, Amie looked beautiful, peaceful. Finally at peace.

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to believe

remained numb and mute as Dennis quietly drove

and wished that she'd see him, hand on each of the front seats as she stood and rambled on and

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about his unplanned break. His workers, clients and partners all sympathized with him. They told him to be strong and

only reason why he was still standing strong was for Justin and

to talk to anyone. Since the day they returned from the hospital, she has locked herself in Amie's room,

would go to the door, drop her meal-meals that always stay untouched-and try to talk her out

you. Let's go through this together." But it was always as though he

day when he didn't

chest had grown taut as he ran to the back of Amie's room's window. Though the curtain was down, he was able to peep in. He calmed down when he saw her laid on the bed, curled around Amie's favorite painting; a

from the hospital. "When I get my new writing materials,

such a bright beautiful girl away. She was supposed to live long and

the window where the curtain had slightly parted, Ana was always aware. But she was too weary to stand up and close the curtains till there was no space for him to peep through. She wished he'd just go away with his words and food. The aroma of the food,

Justin, she wanted to deal

first day, the night

she heard Justin's

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Even though everything reminded her of Amie she was terrified; what if she forgot about her? What if she forgot

painted?