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 getting better, until the day I caught

few minutes to collect the lunch I ordered for

do this?" But she wasn't even listening to me. She had scrambled to the floor and was frantically

that

huge fit, picking things and throwing them my way or at the wall as she

onward, she didn't try to be better anymore.

as she laughed. "Amie is so funny." Or her lips would be turned down, tears rolling down her face, "Amie is so sad. She's unhappy.

she frantically tried to cut herself. Thankfully, she was using

out of her grip. And 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

there were als times she'd look down at Justin and a distant smile would curl on her lips as she said to him, "Amie

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

immediately, despite how late

trying to steady my voice. "I think my wife 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

information, my hands trembling as

she shown?" she

lashes out for no reason. Talks to

was a pause before the

It sounds

mental health crisis, sir. We recommend getting her to a

vel.

immediate evaluation and care."

I was doing the right