Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

AUTHOR'S POV

Ana exhaled loudly as she stepped into Dennis' ward and took her seat by his side. She brought out a book and began to read.

Occasionally, she'd open up her phone to watch Justin sleep or play around the house while the nanny got busy or just snuggled in one of the sofas to read, keeping an eye on Justin.

It has now become sort of Ana's routine.

On days where she spent the night in the hospital, she'd leave early to go take care of Justin and return. While she sat beside him, her warm fingers intertwined with his cold still ones, she'd read.

Dennis was still in coma and each day, Ana felt her fear heighten.. fear that he might remain comatose till his death. All because of her.

She wanted him to open his eyes and look at her with the love he's always got for her. She needed to tell him how much she loved him and was grateful to have him in her life. But most of all, she needed to apologise to him.

She had been so selfish, thinking that their pain wasn't as great as hers... they all loved Amie dearly and they were all hurt by her departure from this life. Proof of that was how hard Aiden and Dennis had fought to get her the justice she deserved.

All the while, Dennis stood by her and took care of Justin. He was strong for Justin but she chose to isolate herself and burrow deeper in her loss.

If it wasn't for Dennis, she probably would have taken her own life now. Her fingers tightened around his. He saved her and got her the needed help.

Though it was still hard. When one has gone through what she has, depression is always a step away. She'd refused to take that step. For Dennis and for Justin.

on her. They wanted to be sure that she was sane enough to take care of Justin and not harm him or herself. So she has to prove to them that she was really fine. That she was trying to be better, else they locked

and wrapped the black veil

routine she'd gotten used to was paying Amie's grave a visit. The trips, she had

was finally in peave and she had no cause to ruin her life or anyone else's

the dead dies, they have moved on to rest and it

knew that Amie would not want her the way she almost made herself, miserable, refusing to

sunflower on her grave. Amie always liked flowers even though

whistled through, slightly moving my scarf. "I believe you're doing great too," she said as

Her gaze fell

grave. "On my next visit, I

spread on her lips at the thought of her son. "He's grown so big, Amie. He grins and coos a lot." Her smile widened. "Gosh, he's so adorable." She paused. “I sometimes show your paintings to him. Though he looks at them like he understands, I still can't wait to show him when he's older. I can't wait to tell him all about you. I'm sure he'll be proud to

Amie's smile as she listened. "Sometimes, I wonder if you see us, you know," she said out

I never want him

she whispered the

pocket and she was quick to retrieve it. Her heart skipped a

one breath,

"Hello?"

Your husband is awake and