Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA
Chapter 2
The soft wind of the night continued to whip my hair to and fro while I stood outside with my suitcase next to me. I was already out of that house, finally. Not quite far ahead into the streets, I noticed the headlights flashing brightly in my direction, and a faint smile quirked up my lips because I recognized who it was in an instant.
The flamboyant red sports car pulled over right in front of where I stood, and an even more flamboyant woman was in the driver's seat twiddling her fingers at me as she wound down the windows.
It was Grace.
Grace was not only my best friend, she was also my business partner. We've been inseparable since our college days. And because we both shared a passion for fashion, we both decided to turn our dreams into reality by co-founding Luxe Vogue, a fashion-forward online shopping website that quickly became a favorite among young trendsetters.
Grace had a keen eye for design, so she was in charge of designing stunning clothing collections, while I focused on designing jewelry at our equally jointly-owned studio, Atelier. Atelier was a high-end fashion studio catering to elite clientele. Our business acumen and creative vision catapulted us into the world of high-ranking millionaires.
I knew right when I saw that grin on her lips that she was going to tease me next. Playful banters for us were as natural as breathing. I stepped into the passenger's seat of Grace's car, sighing and immediately clicking my seatbelt in.
"Finally willing to leave that bastard and return to work?" Grace quipped with a mischievous grin.
"I really don't understand why you would waste three years of your life to be a housewife, taking care of an asshole who doesn't love you at all."
I rolled my eyes, "Because I was blind, but now I can see. Heard of that song?"
Grace chuckled, starting the car. "Well, I'm glad your eyes are wide open now. We've got a whole lot to run, we can't have you distracted by some guy who doesn't appreciate you."
"You know, Sydney, I have to say this again, that whole 'married'...with that guy? I hated it on you!" She glanced briefly at the gate of Mark's house. "Gosh, I've been dying to say that."
I chuckled, resting my elbow tiredly on the car door, "Oh please. From the onset, Grace had always hated my marriage to Mark. She had tried, in her way, to convey her disapproval, both indirectly and directly. There were times when she would come open about it, and other times, it was more subtle, like the way she would hesitate before congratulating me on another anniversary or the way she would change the subject whenever I brought up something related to my marriage. I was glad we could finally freely talk and make jests about it.
"I mean, what was with all those frumpy dresses and sensible shoes? Eww!"
"Grace!" I laughed again.
"Mr. Wrong really had an influence on your wardrobe? I've never seen you in so much beige in my life. And the day I saw you wearing flats with a cocktail dress, trust me, I nearly died."
I burst out laughing again, shaking my head, "Oh, come on. You know I was just trying to fit into the whole 'perfect wife' image. Never again."
goodness you're back
thought the things she'd said earlier were funny, so I playfully
but I thought I looked pretty good in those dresses
upper lip, "Maybe
what hurt even more was the public humiliation
sighed, "Goodness. I
said, stepping on the gas pedal, and as she did, the
where are we headed
the airport, of course. I've got a sudden urge for a short
you were going to come over to my place at least
to
her seat, resting a hand on the car door while the other
is interested in buying the website. And I kid you not, it's an insane
now. We'll talk about that when
trip, to get my mind out for a bit, to revel in my freedom from Mark and the suffocating routine I had fallen into. I knew my parents were going to be mad; they always were when I tried to break loose from their demanding decisions. But I couldn't even care
my seatbelt and reached for my handbag, eagerly taking out my phone.
now, where are you?" I spoke first. "Alright, alright," I added as the receiver responded
looked at me curiously. "Who was that?"
gave me a suspicious look, but didn't probe
told Grace, "Wait here," before getting out of
was the lawyer I had called earlier to help
lawyer opened his briefcase and took out an envelope containing the papers. While he did, I glanced
the papers. I glanced through them one after the other, feeling an overwhelming feeling of finality wash down
time to go through them?" The man asked. I shook my head,
them, "over
my signature. Finally handing the papers back to him along with
send yours too," he said
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