Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AUTHOR'S POV

"Stop!" Her voice quivered as she yelled to the taxi driver.

That was enough for Ana to return.

"What have I done?" Her breath trembled as she threw the door open and hurried out of the taxi. Her hands trembled as she stumbled onto the pavement. "Dennis!" She yelled as her knees fell to the hard concrete ground. "Please, no," she whispered, her gaze on the mangled car. "Dennis, please be alive." She crawled to the car, peering in to see him, but it was all dark in there and her sobs heightened. "Why did I leave? Why didn't I just wait for him?"

She wiped her tears. "I promise," she sniffed. "I won't go to Amie anymore, I promise, Dennis, please, come out," she cried as she vaguely recalled him telling her that Amie has gotten justice and there was no need to go to her anymore. This was all her fault. She should have listened to him. She should have waited for him before she left.

"Ana!" Aiden cried as he rushed out of the car. He was relieved to see Ana. He had found a taxi a while after Dennis drove off and followed him. When he noticed the crowd and saw that there had been an accident, he was scared that it was Ana. "Shit!" He muttered as he came to a stop before Ana, recognizing the ruined car as Dennis'.

Ana scrambled to her feet and clutched at his shirt. "Please, bring him out, I beg you. Tell him I'm sorry," she pleaded then turned back to the car and called out. "Dennis, please come out."

Aiden held Ana to him as he called an ambulance.

The ambulance arrived on time.

"Dennis! No, please, don't take him too from me," Ana cried as Aiden pulled her away so the paramedic team could have their way.

okay, he'll be fine," he said,

They said the same thing about Amie," she said and buried her face in

hospital, Ana cried until she grew weary

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tears that rolled

too. Not after Amie. It would tear her apart. She had a fuzzy memory of his visits, his kind smiles and his loving words. He never gave up on her. She wasn't about to

holding in to his bandaged hand and

the mental health center arrived to get

I can't leave him," her lips trembled as she tried to

you have to leave," the man, one of the representatives from the

and lock them out if she had to. "Please, I

"You need to leave with

beg. I'm here to do my

the men before Ana. What made him quicken his steps was how Ana looked close to tears. He widened

He asked, his gaze going from Ana to the imposing

I can't leave Dennis. He needs me by his