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

remained numb and mute as Dennis quietly drove

on each of the front seats as she stood and rambled on and on about what went on in school

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that followed, Dennis was left to care for Justin all alone. He fully put his managers in each branch 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

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

anyone. Since the day they returned from the hospital, she

morning, afternoon, and night, Dennis would go to the door, drop her meal-meals that

there, babe. Justin needs you. Let's go through this together." But it was always as though he was talking to the door.

day when he

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 portrait of Dennis, Ana,

had grown even sadder as he remembered her saying, after she returned from the hospital. "When I get my new writing materials,

cruel, taking such a bright beautiful girl away. She was supposed to live long and donall the things she'd said she'd do with Justin. She didn't deserve

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

Justin, she wanted to deal with this loss properly, but

first day, the night of

Justin's

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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

she painted?