Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

SYDNEY'S POV

As soon as I returned to the airport, I could already see Grace waving eagerly at me from the other side. Enthusiastic smiles and grins curled up my lips the closer I got to her. My short trip had come to an end, and might I say that those were the happiest three months of my life in a very long time.

I wheeled my suitcase faster behind me and rushed, also waving back at Grace and rushing to meet her where she was standing. I hadn't noticed for a second at first, but someone familiar walked quickly past me. I couldn't help stopping to turn; I could swear I knew that back. No one could tell me otherwise, it had to be Mark. It was him.

I was right, I confirmed with myself when I actually stopped and turned back to look at the person. It was Mark, I couldn't have missed it, walking with those fast strides of his as usual. He probably didn't see me? Or if he maybe didn't recognize me again? I'd been gone for just three months, but if that was enough time for him not to know who I was again, from just a glance, then it meant that I'd done a fantastic job with erasing that woman he used to know from my life. Sure. I wouldn't look like his ex-wife with the way I looked now.

My outfit was different from what I used to wear (that style he was familiar with), changed my hair, they weren't in those ugly buns and up-styles anymore. My hair was down in long luscious waves. My face shone elegantly bright with both good skin care; also had some makeup on. A right red body-con dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. In all, I was looking like a better and beautiful version of that self I left behind as "Mrs. Torres". I chuckled, proudly and pushed my sunglasses down from my hair, down to my face, before swinging my head back to the direction I was heading at and pulling my suitcase behind me again. By this time Grace was already walking towards me, so I had to let go of the suitcase and wrap my hands happily around her.

"Jeez, girl. I missed you so freaking much!" She squeaked as she squeezed me.

"Me too!" I cooed, sighing when. We disengaged and I brushed off some strands from my face. "I almost didn't want to return," I added.

"You must be joking," Grace jokingly frowned, "so you meant to not return today?"

"The plain truth," I shrugged with a giggle.

"Then I probably would've had to come drag you back here myself," Grace said, smiling. She leaned down to pull my suitcase for me. "Come on, let's go."

We both walked to Grace's car where it was parked. It was a different car from what she'd dropped me off with the last time; a black jeep.

"You got another car?" I asked on our way to it.

"Yeah," she answered gladly like she'd been waiting for me to pop the question. "Glorious isn't it?" She added.

"It sure is glorious," I commented. "Should probably get a new one too," I added.

"F*ck you mean probably? You're definitely getting a new one."

laughed a little

go tomorrow. It's almost the

and waited for her to click on the car remote before settling into the car. Then she came in next after

Grace, although the most casual way, "I saw you-know-who on my way here." She spared me a glance from the

"Mark."

it was because she was

each other while I was

perfectly on the road, now practically gliding. I

that?" Her voice rose again until she began laughing so heartily I had

I swelled when I noticed

finally drove up the winding road to our shared villa. Grace pulled up to the entrance, she turned to

drop you off

somewhere?" I asked her and she

the most enthusiastic about it, but I just have to attend it

nodded, unclicking

me every single detail about your trip!" She piped at me when

pulling out my suitcase, before

the wealthy elite of the city. It was so good to be back home. I'd missed

evening air brushed against my skin as I reached for the doorknob, pushing the front door open with a soft click

to, a shot of fear danced its way sharply through my veins. I felt it

though I couldn't see it. It was more like a gut feeling. "Don't make a sound," he whispered in a low and

had already taken hold. I realized then that the man behind me was injured. That metallic tang of blood was in the air. I instinctively raised my hands in surrender as a silent plea for mercy. I knew that any sudden movements could provoke him further, so I stood there

me. The dark presence of him sent more

"Open up," he snarled.

to even understand what

jolted, now opening my eyes to see his figure

and the trail of blood marred the fabric of his shirt. Then my