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.

was relieved that she was getting better, until the day I caught

few minutes to collect the

I hit her hand and the pills fell to the floor, scattering 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

staggered back and stared at her. And that was when I

and throwing them my way or at the wall as she screamed. Then she curled around herself and her body

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

she laughed. "Amie is

second time, I caught her with a knife as she frantically tried to cut herself. Thankfully, she

her grip. And she began to yell again. It was now her thing. If she didn't

I do. I love her and I want to

she'd look down at Justin and a distant smile would curl on

Ana to sleep, I picked up my phone and dialed the number I had dug up

answered immediately, despite how

is struggling..." I cleared my throat. "She's been hurting herself, and..." I trailed off, looking down at my hand on the table. "I don't know what to do," I admitted aloud. The voice on the other end grew more serious. "Can

quickly gave her the information, my hands trembling

signs has she shown?" she asked,

withdrawing. She lashes out for no

pause

again. It sounds like

may be experiencing a mental health crisis, sir. We recommend getting her to a psychiatric emergency room as soon

vel.

immediate evaluation and care."

if I was