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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Ana was forced to believe that her first child was

numb and mute as Dennis quietly drove

she'd see him, hand on each of the front seats as she stood and rambled on and on about what went on in school or wherever she

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of his 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 one

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

from the hospital, she has locked herself in Amie's room, has refused to eat or step out

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

there, babe. Justin needs you. Let's go through this together." But it was always as

third day when he didn't

his 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

remembered her saying, after she returned from the hospital. "When I get my new writing materials, I'll

live

parted, Ana was always aware. But she was too weary to stand up and close the curtains till there was no

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

day, the night of her

Justin's cry,

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about her? What if she forgot how

painted? What