Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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"I think this is okay, Grace. You already look stunning. Even as you laid in that bed, unconscious, you still looked beautiful."

She groaned and rolled her eyes, "Oh please, don't remind me of those days. It was crazy seeing my face like that, I was terrified that the scars would never fade." I laughed as I moved closer to her as she adjusted her dress. I helped her put on her necklace around her neck - the emerald one I made for her. "Well they did."

She stopped, seeming frozen for the briefest seconds then she screamed and hugged me tightly. "You found it!"

"I snatched it from that witch's neck, she had it on."

"Maybe, you should have strangled her with it," she suggested and we both broke out in a git of laughter.

"Oh no, please," I said amidst laughter, "I don't want to end up in jail like Richie. I'm sure her father would make sure I rot in jail."

"Mark wouldn't allow it," she wiggled her brows.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, that one is in the past now." Funny enough, since the day we both signed the divorce certificate, he hasn't even crossed my mind.

she turned back to the mirror,

for the both of us, making more of her favorites than mine. Then we spend the whole

a man I didn't want go. What a bonus! Then I told her about Richie and the attack when I went to meet with the male clothing supplier and how Luigi had been my knight in shining armor that day. I

around for

for not being there for me

Grace smacked her lips,

key. "I'm driving," I announced as I made

I have no idea which

for us in a very fancy restaurant. Just to pamper ourselves and celebrate our

restaurant, Grace bobbed her head to whatever music played

to the restaurant and ate our fill. Then we made a toast. I raised my wineglass above my head, "To my best friend," I held her gaze below the bottom of the wineglass. "The strongest partner,

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with retrained tears. I

together. I sipped lightly from mine while Grace gently placed her glass on the table. Then she started to dramatically fan her face with her hands, her

oncoming tears and fixed her shimmering gaze on me. "Thank you, Sydney." she said, "You always show up when I need you. Thank you for standing up for me, allowing me to cry, to show my weakness. Thank you for always letting me