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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believe that

remained numb and mute as Dennis quietly drove her

as she stood and rambled on and on about what went on in school or wherever she had been even if they

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bars in charge and also contacted his partners and clients to inform them about his unplanned break. His workers, clients and partners all sympathized with him. They told him to be strong and wished that Amie's soul would rest in peace. He smiled and thanked them all, but he was as shattered as Ana. Amie might not be his, but she and Ana meant the world to him. He works freaking hard because of them and now

was still

the hospital, she

drop her meal-meals that always stay untouched-and try to talk her

it was always as though he was talking

third day

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

saying, after she returned from the

to live long and donall the things

and close the curtains till there was no space for him to peep through. She wished

be strong, to be there for Justin, she wanted to deal with this loss

the

she heard Justin's cry, she

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not bring herself to step out. Even though everything reminded her of Amie she was terrified; what if she forgot about her? What if she forgot how her eyes creased slightly at the corner whenever she smiled or laughed? What if she could no

she painted?