Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

DENNIS

I forced myself to drive to Tabitha's church. I'd had to frequent the place more than I liked. It was getting harder keeping it away from Ana. Most days, I itched to tell her what I was up to. But I didn't want to lift her hopes in case all these were just a waste of time. I had asked when we'd get to the actual part and that was all it had taken for them to put an end to the lectures and introduce me to the real work.

Since then, my visits have always been one bath after another with smelly water. The last time, the water had been green. When I'd asked why it was so, one of them had listed the long list of herbs they had put in it. I had to hold my breath half the time and tightly press my lips together so I didn't choke on the bad smell or mistakenly swallow whatever the fuck it was.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I sighed as I parked my car before the church. I just hoped today will be better, or better not a bath. Because if I am asked to bathe with another colored water, it'd be the last straw, I will completely lose it. They could keep their damned miracles to themselves. "Welcome, sir."

As usual, Tabitha welcomed me. She would escort me to the room where I'd take the stupid baths and afterward disappear.

But today, when we stepped into the room, she didn't leave. Another thing that stood out of place was the tank-like thing in the middle of the room.

"Welcome, brother." That was what the men sometimes called me. I'd noticed that Tabitha seemed to be the only lady amongst them. I nodded.

One of them walked to the tank. "All these while, we've been cleansing you, purifying you, body and soul. Today is the holy cleansing."

There was never an end to these cleansings, were they?

"The water for today's bath has been infused with herbs that are meant to calm you," he began to explain as I always ask what was in the water before I use it. "It will calm you and take all your frustrations and disturbing emotions away." Honestly, I couldn't get over how weirdly everyone, except Tabitha, speaks here. What does he mean by disturbing emotions?

"So what's this?" I eyed the big tank.

"It's synonymous to a tank, Mr Dennis."

"Yeah, I got that part. Why is the water in there? Why isn't it in the bathroom?" My gaze slid to the door of the bathroom at the far end of the room as I asked.

"Oh," he smiled. "Those are over. You won't be taking the baths as regular baths anymore. You'll immerse yourself in this one. You have to soak in it."

I eyed them. What the fuck was this? I thought as I walked to the tank. When I saw that the tank was almost filled to the brim, I wondered if they intended to drown me or something? But I didn't miss the fact that it was clear and odourless. After so many back and forth, Tabitha assured me that it was safe.

Begrudgingly, I took the towel I was given. They left the room while I got out of my clothes.

When I was done, with the towel wrapped around my hips, they helped me into the filled tank.

Few minutes into the soak and I

found that I wasn't so grumpy or skeptical anymore. I sighed with content.my baths will be like these

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mind. I felt so calm, almost like the way I always feel whenever was with Anna.

After the time I had to stay in there was up, I got out and dried myself up, pulling my clothes back on.

I was dismayed when the next course of action was to sit and listen to some people give lectures to me.

Do they never get tired? Or they just liked to see how bored I was, I thought as I yawned through every word.

On my way home I felt at peace. I felt like I had no worries whatsoever and for the first time, I thought that maybe the church wasn't a bad thing, maybe things were actually going to be fine.

My thoughts were confirmed when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I usually put my phone on silent whenever I was going for the baths.

I picked up the unknown number, a frown on my face. "Hello?"

"Mr Dennis," the voice speaks up. "Am I speaking with Mr Dennis?"

"Yes," I answered tentatively.

"I am the HR manager of the company you spoke with about collaborating with one of your bars."

I sat up straighter after he mentioned the location of my bar that they had chosen. This discussion was several months ago, if it wasn't even a year old. "Okay," I said slowly.

"We've also included brand sponsorship deals, high-end membership programs to the event hosting contracts that we talked about."

My eyes widened and I almost veered off the road in excitement. I quickly parked the car. "When do we begin?"

"Immediately, Mr Dennis. We would like to get to work immediately. We expect to have you over tomorrow Then, we'd discuss the details, sign the contract and other necessary documents, after which half, payment for the contracts will be

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sent to you."

By the time the call ended, I was beaming from ear to ear.

What the freaking hell! This was a contract I'd been aiming for for months! Way before the scam investment. And now, just in the twinkling of an eye, I have it. It was like a miracle. Or maybe it was.

I thought back to all the stress I had

had to go through at the church, the endless lectures. I remembered the look of confidence on all of their faces even when I didn't try to hide my scoffs or snickers.

My gaze fell on my phone and I smiled. This might actually work out better than I even thought.