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.

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

of her car and wrapped the black

Amie's grave a visit. The trips, she had found,

no cause to ruin

move on. When the dead dies, they have

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

her grave. Amie always liked flowers

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

what?" Her

next visit,

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 have a sister like

smile as she listened. "Sometimes, I wonder if you see us, you know," she said out of the blue. "If you watch over us."

never want him

she whispered

her pocket and she was quick to retrieve it.

squeezed her eyes shut and muttered in one breath, "Please, be good news." Then,

"Hello?"

awake and