Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

DENNIS

My hands idly stroked her hair and bare arm, a lazy smile on my face as | looked down at her sleeping form

snuggled against me. Clad in my sleeveless t-shirt, one that | had just helped her back into a few minutes ago,

she looked like the sexiest woman on earth. The peace | felt right now, the calm, the contentment and

happiness... it could continue to be like this. Infact, I'll make sure things continue to be like this. I'd make

everything perfect again.

I'll do everything in my power to bounce back on my feet with my finances. Losing such an amount to swindlers

would not be my downfall. My bars have potential. They get flooded everyday. I'd make back that money and

even more. Then, we can move to another country. There, we can live peacefully without the bother of an ex or

anyone.

| was wondering what country Ana would prefer when | felt my phone vibrate from wherever | had discarded it. |

felt around the bed for a while before my hand finally landed on it. | grabbed it and held it up over my face.

It was a message notification. It was a text for my first appointment at Tabitha's church.

| frowned as my eyes slid up to the top of the screen to check the time. Why does it have to be so late?

| almost pouted. | didn't want to leave Ana yet. | loved this position we were in but if | want things to get better,

I'd need to go.

| placed a kiss on her cheeks. Then | carefully untangled myself from her. | successfully did so without waking her

up.

Climbing off the bed, | grabbed my phone and made my way to the closet to get ready. | took a quick bath then |

donned the first tee and slacks that I found.

| was about to step out the door when I heard shuffling behind me, followed by a soft moan as she yawned.

"Dennis?"

| turned back to her with a smile. "Hey babe."

She groggily blinked atand just watchedfor a while. Then she asked, "Where are you going?"

| turned back to fully face her. "It's surgent work," | said smoothly. "It won't take long."

She nodded as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Okay. Callwhen you get there, okay?"

"Sure," | answered as | walked back to the bed. Placing my two hands on the bed, | leaned in and gave her a kiss

on the lips. "I'll be back soon." It felt difficult to leave her here all alone. If it was really work, I'd have just asked

her to tag along.

| briefly contemplated telling her but | immediately changed my mind. Until | see what the big deal was, I'll keep

it to myself.

She nodded, a soft smile on her face.

Eventually, | dragged myself away from her, walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door.

In my carl brought out my phone and opened up the message they had sent. | inputted the address into my

car's GPS and headed to the location.

It was quite a while before | finally got there. As | parked, | could see Tabitha in front of the building.

| grabbed my phone and quickly called Ana. "I'm there now."

"Okay," she murmured back and | could tell that she had gone back to bed.

While | made the call, Tabitha had begun to walk up toand | thought that she must either be the usher or she

was specifically waiting for me. "Welcsir," she said as soon as | stepped out if the car.

"Thank you. So this is the church?" | asked as she ledinto the building.

"Yes, sir."

Their church was a big hall with barely any furniture in it. There was a stage where two chairs and white carpets

were laid.

"That's where the priests gather whenever we have a meeting." Tabitha pointed when she saw my gaze there.

| followed her to the end of the hallway, where she opened a door. After we stepped through it, we burst into a

long narrow hallway that seemed to go on and on.

As we walked down the hallway, |

was surprised at the clean white walls. | had half expected to see voodoo stuff like skulls, red clothes, wooden

statues and the like hanging around, but the walls were bare and

clean.

Even though things looked better than | had expected, it did not stopfrom being skeptical about all of these.

| just hoped that their stupid manifestation shit works out fine and well. Tabitha stopped before a brown wooden

door. She smiled up at me. "Here, sir."

She opened the door and | stepped in. The room was also painted in white. Unlike the first hall and the hallway,

this room wasn't bare. Though there were just three cushioned benches there, there were about five shelves

there. Three were filled with books, one was filled with what seemed to be clothes, all white. The last one was

filled with artifacts and lanterns and weird stuff; objects that looked as if they belonged to a forgotten epoch.

On two of the benches, there were two men each.

They smiled politely as they welcomed me. "Welcome, Mr Dennis," they said one after the other. The last person

added, "You've made the right choice." "Thank you," | told them.

Then one of them pointed to the last vacant bench. "Please, do have a seat."

| took my seat on the comfortable bench. The other two benches were on either side of me, so | had to turn my

face each tany of them were speaking.

They began to lectureabout all

the good that the church was about. They toldthe 'miracles' that the lord had made them be hosts of, they

toldabout the patience that the church would instill in me, the resilience and determination.

"Here at our church, we prioritize mental well being. And you know, it really is what faith is about." He smiled.

"You see, a member of ours cgriev-"

| tuned out of whatever a member of theirs chere to do and took a deep breath.

Then | blurted, "When exactly do we get to the actual part?"