Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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ANASTASIA

My lips titled into a smile the same time my brows pulled down.

"Dennis is home?" I muttered to myself, my gaze fixed on his car as I turned away from the taxi.

As I made my way to the house, I wondered if him leaving that early was why he returned early. The reasons for his unannounced dissapearance had buggled my mind all day.

It felt good that I finally came to a passable reason except I didn't want a passable reason. I wanted to know why he hurriedly left like that. It was so unlike him. Did he even take his bath? Or maybe he returned home after I left and didn't go out again. Or perhaps he-

Okay stop! I told myself firmly. This topic has spent enough time and space on my mind, I will not extend

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"Dennis?" I called softly as I pushed open the unlocked door and stepped inside the house.

There was no response so I made my way up the stairs.

As I approached our room, I could tell that he was on apgone call as I caught snatches of his

conversation.

"Yes, I made more research about that too." Silence. "He actually encouraged me to speak with soem of the previous investors. I might talk to one or two." Pause, "I know." Pause, "The increment? There's a possibility that I would increase the amount but I still want to give it a deep thought." A longer pause. This is an investment. The return isn't instant. I'd still need money to run my daily life before then, you know. I can't just put in all my life savings there at once."

Another short pause. "I get it now and I'd agree that it's a good deal. We get to improve quality of life for the occupants of those area and still earn." There was silence again. "I know. It's a great start. I could invest more later."

I entered the room and his gaze immediately settled on me since he was facing the doorway.

His lips titled into a smile and he stood up from the bed. "I'll have to call you back." Pause. "Yes, we'll talk later."

"Hey," he drawled as he tucked his phone into his back pocket, "You're back."

I nodded. "How was work today?"

"Hectic but fine anyway," he said as he picked up his discarded blazer jacket on the bed and walked into the walk-in closet.

""How's my baby's health?" He asked from the closet.

I smiled. He cares. I shrugged and called out to him. "Fine." I couldn't say 'detoriorating,' could I?

I dropped my bag on the dressing mirror and removed my shoes. I removed my earrings just as he returned from the closet with a shirt in his grip. His upper body was bare while his butt was clad in a

shorts.

"You look stressed," he mentioned as he threw the shirt on. Then his gaze fell on my stomach, "Are you okay? Is everything alright?" His brows furrowed as he started to walk to me.

I gave him my widest smile and turned to him. When he stopped before me, I pulled him in for a hug, sighing contentedly. My home. "I'm fine. It's just hard not to worry about Amie." He wrapped his arm around my body. "She'll be fine," he assured me

I raised my head and looked up at him. "You're investing in something? I kinda overhead some of your phone conversation."

He smoothed my brows, a smile still on his lips. "It's just business."

I wanted to ask more, but instead, I shook my head slowly. "Okay."

Then my thoughts gir

back to this morning. "When did you leave in the morning? I returned to the

room and was surprised to find the bed empty."

I folded my lips in my mouth as I waited for his response.

He finally answered, "I had an emergency to deal with."

My mouth formed an O, hoping he'd say more but he didn't.

Where? What was the emergency? I want details but I kept them all to myself. Maybe it was something he didn't want to share. Or maybe it just was not important. "Okay."

"So tell me," he dropped a kiss on my lips, running his fingers through my hair, "how was your day? What did you do with Amie?"

I shrugged. "She was a bit weak but she does what she loves to do; she painted."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

A smug smile formed on his lips. "Did she paint me again?"

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes, hiding a smile.

He chuckled. "She loves me, don't be jealous."

I smiled. "She just drew a table then she splashed paint on it and afterward she said she was tired."

"My poor baby."

As he said something about visitations, I contemplated telling him about my state in the morning and how I'd called out to him. I decided against it and instead told him the important part.

"I spoke with Aiden today," I plucked a loose thread on his shirt as I told him.

I didn't miss the tense pause or the way I felt him momentarily freeze.

"Oh? What did you talk about?"

I shrugged. "Nothing serious. He just said I should not hesitate to always let him know whenever his attention is needed at the hospital."

I remembered how I'd yearned to cry to him about my aching head when his cool voice filled my phone's speakers. But it would be wrong. I had a husband and he has a wife. "Hmm," he murmured.

"Is that all?" His eyes twinkled as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

My eyes lit up as I remembered. How could I forget? It had remained on the forefront of my mind since I was informed. I had wanted to call him and inform him but I thought it was best if I told him when he returned from work.

I beamed and turned my face up. "Guess what?"

He smiled softly, his eyes searching mine. "What?"

"He also took e of the hospital bills."