Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

After a few weeks, when I didn't hear any sound coming from Amie's room anymore, I knew that something was wrong.

I didn't hesitate to force the door to open and I found her unconscious. Around her were bottles of water and so much junk food that I suspected that she must have sneaked out to get them whenever I was asleep. There were also the crumbs of toasts and boxes of pizza that I slid into the room from underneath the door. I guess they hadn't been enough.

I quickly took her in my arms, strapped Justin in the baby car seat and rushed her to the hospital.

After about an hour after she was taken in, the doctor came out. "She's extremely lucky that you brought her in on time."

I wiped my hands over my face in relief, glad that this wasn't another announcement about a death.

"Right now, she suffered from severe dehydration, low blood sugar, and organ strain. If you hadn't found her on time, we'd be talking about extreme fatigue, organ failure, and possible psychological trauma right now."

I should have broken the door earlier than this, those were the words that came to me. I should have forced her out and force fed her. I just thought she needed the time to grieve alone.

"So she'd have to remain here for a few days as we'd address her dehydration, stabilize electrolytes, and manage potential organ damage."

Just then, Justin let out a coo in the baby carrier I had strapped to my front as I waited for the doctor. I looked down and found him awake.

"Thank you, doctor," I told the doctor and then we walked to his office as he gave details of Ana's stay at the hospital and further instructions.

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After a week, Amie returned home. For the first couple of days after she returned from hospital, she seemed fine. She smiled a number of times and ate enough food and drank a lot.

until the day

just left her for a few minutes to collect the lunch I

everywhere. "Ana, why will you do this?" But she wasn't even listening to me. She had scrambled to the floor and was frantically picking up the pills, throwing each batch she gathered in her mouth. I forced them out of her mouth. And she pushed me away. "Let go! Leave me alone," she screamed in my face.

that

at the wall as she screamed. Then she curled around herself and her

she didn't try to be better anymore. She cried all day and

make my presence known, she'd turn to me, shaking her head as she laughed. "Amie is so funny." Or her lips would be turned down, tears rolling down her face, "Amie

time, I caught her with a knife as she frantically tried to cut herself. Thankfully, she was using the blunt

she began to yell again. It was

alone, you wicked man," she screamed in my face. "Since you don't love her, I do. I love her and I want to go to see her and forever be with

look down at Justin and a distant smile would curl on her lips as she said to him, "Amie would be so happy when she

gotten Ana to sleep, I picked up my phone and

immediately,

my throat. "She's been hurting herself, and..." I trailed off, looking down at my hand on the table.

gave her the information, my hands trembling as

she asked,

been... withdrawing. She lashes out for no reason. Talks to herself and... today, she tried to

was a pause before the

again. It sounds like

sir. We recommend getting her to a psychiatric emergency room as

vel.

immediate evaluation and care."

I was doing the right