Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 425

AUTHOR'S POV

Right then and there, Amie's world crumbled around her.

“What do you mean she didn't make it?“ Her eyes welled up as she gripped the doctor's coat. “Talk to me, doctor, tell me Amie will be fine.“

“I'm sorry, Mrs Dennis,“ the doctor said, feeling sorry for the poor girl. She did not deserve what happened to her, especially not after what she had gone through.

“Ana,“ Dennis swallowed as he pulled her back as she refused to let go of the doctor's shirt.

“Let go of me,“ she yelled and pushed Dennis off her. “Go away.“

Dennis was about to go back to her when the doctor put his hand up to stop Dennis. He flashed him a small smile, indicating that it was okay.

Slowly, Ana fell to the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, as she wailed. “No.“

Then she shook her head. “No. Amie won't just leave me,“ she cried as she ran down the hallway.

Before anyone could stop her, she threw the door to Amie's room open. She ran to Amie's side and pulled the bedsheet off her body.

“Amie,“ she gently slapped her cheeks. “Amie wake up, mommy's here, Amie,“ she called repeatedly, her body trembling with her cry. Her tears dropped on Amie's face and the hospital gown that she still had on.

Even in death, Amie looked beautiful, peaceful. Finally at peace.

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Eventually, Ana was forced to believe that her first child was dead.

She remained numb and mute as Dennis quietly drove her back home.

Repeatedly, Dennis glanced back at the passenger seat and wished that she'd see him, hand on each of the front seats as she stood and rambled on and on about what went on in school or wherever she had been even if they were aware.

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In the days that followed, Dennis was left to care for Justin all alone. He fully put his managers in each branch of his bars in charge and also contacted his partners and clients to inform them about his unplanned break. His workers, clients and partners all sympathized with him. They told him to be strong and wished that Amie’s soul would rest in peace. He smiled and thanked them all, but he was as shattered as Ana. Amie might not be his, but she and Ana meant the world to him. He works freaking hard because of them and now one of them is gone, never to return again.

The only reason why he was still standing strong was for Justin and Ana.

Then she resorted to sniffing through her things to keep how she smelt alive in her memory, she wrapped the vintage scarfs that she loved around her wrists and spread all her paintings before her, picture her poise and facial expression as she drew them.

It was so unfair, she thought as she remembered how hard she had fought to stay alive. How hard they'd all fought. Only for death to snatch her away from her.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she heard a knock on the door.

“Babe? Ana, please.“

She sighed and rolled into bed, covering up her whole body as she hugged Amie's favorite sweater—the oversized one that Dennis had gotten for her on her third birthday day—to her chest.

“Okay, you don't have to come out if you don't want to. Just take the food and eat, please.“

She sighed again. His words were distracting. All she wanted to think about was Amie. “Go away. I'm not hungry.“

On the other side of the door, Dennis exhaled heavily. Justin squirmed in his arms and he instantly began to gently pat him back to sleep.

His gaze went from the food on the floor by the door to the doorknob, and he hoped, fervently, that this storm wouldn't ruin the only thing that had kept him sane all these while—his happy marriage and family.