Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 398

DENNIS

I watched as her chest rose and fell, a smile on her lips

She had refused to lay down unless I did with her. I knew she was tired but she waited till I was done doing the dishes and together we came upstairs.

I had just successfully extracted myself from her loose grip without waking her.

I sighed as I sat at the foot of the bed. Now that she was asleep and her bubbly energy and presence was at bay, I felt that sinking feeling creep back in.

I tried to think back to all the fun times we've had in the past and the ones we had this afternoon as I cooked and while we ate, the ones I've had with Amie but it persisted.

Without any rational thought, I grabbed my car keys and headed downstairs.

I'd just go for a drive... something to calm me.

As I made my way to the car, I stumbled a couple of times. I frowned as I looked at the floor both times, there was nothing there.

What's wrong with me? I thought as I got into the car. As I aimlessly drove around for a while, I watched my hands tremble on the steering wheel, my heartbeats coming faster.

I tried to focus on Amie’s smile and Ana's ever adorable pout. I tried to fill my head with their delightful voices. I worked on fixing my focus on the road but nothing seemed to be working. My thoughts were in total chaos, dragging me farther down.

“I need a drink,“ I murmured as I swerved into a random bar's parking lot.

Outside the car, I gripped the door to steady myself for a while. I watched my hands tremble, and every noise in the background seemed to increase by the second; the sound of my own heartbeat, the sound of shuffling feet and quiet laughter; I could hear them like they were in my head.

I took a deep breath, pushed away from the car and made my way to the bar.

How had it gotten so bad? I’d been fine—no, I'd thought I'd be fine. I mean Ana and I were good again. But now, it felt like everything was slipping from my grip, my mental health and happiness, and I couldn’t stop it.“

As I plonked into one of the cushioned seats in the bar, I felt exhausted both physically and mentally. Everything felt exhausting. My thoughts, my body, everything.

One of the bar boys walked up to me, “What would you like, sir?“

“Anything. I rasped. Anything strong. Anything to keep me grounded.“

I felt like I was falling into a bottomless pit, going deeper with each second. The world around me began to fade into shadows. No matter how hard I tried to climb, I only sank deeper and it was as if I was allowing myself to get swallowed by the dark.

And I couldn't let that happen.

I remembered the promise I made to the doctor; “I’ll make sure she's always at her best.“

I can't do that when I'm this way.

I need to get back in control.

I took another gulp of the drink the bar boy brought and reached for my phone in my pocket. My fingers swiftly scrolled through my contacts until I stopped on the phone number I needed.

I dialed it and the callee picked up almost immediately.

“Hello, sir.“

“Come show me the way you talked about,“ I murmured into the phone, then took another gulp from the bottle.