Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0085

"I held my child and wept bitterly on the delivery bed."

I was at a loss for words at that point.

What do I do?

What was I supposed to say to her?

Clearly not a heartfelt speech of pity because in as much as I got poked a bit by her story, a larger part of me wasn't that sorry.

I leaned back in my seat, my cup of coffee already emptied.

"Good story," I said with a wave of my hand. "but that doesn't make us friends. You see, a woman who intrudes in another's marriage is a bitch, and you, choosing to intrude in my marriage, means you're also a bitch. Whatever you just told me, true or false, your suffering was not caused by me Instead, I have to deal with the aftermath of your recklessness, so I won't sympathize with you."

Bella's face morphed into anger, her nostrils flared as she clutched the coffee cup tighter, veins protruded from the back of her hands.

"I don't want your pity," she sparked. "I'm only telling you because I've suffered so much. I must marry Mark, so you better not meddle, or I'll do something you'll regret for the rest of your life. You hear me?"

absurdity of her words. I flipped my hair back from my shoulder,

hissed, "What's

her with both pity and bemusement. How

and that's what's so funny," I said, shaking

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made sure to emphasize

cares if you marry Mark? Me?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the mere

sly you can be,"

sly, hey?" I arched

a sneer while she also rolled her eyes at me and I, all the same,

Bella?" I tsked, shaking my head, "You have no ideal who I am, not really. You've been gone for so long, living in your own little. world of misery and self-pity, that you've lost

pretend like you understand what I've

you're trying to shift the blame on others. Classic Bella, always the victim." "How dare you?" Bella slammed

pain and suffering I've experienced. You're not a mother. You've never been one, you barren hag. Then

confused fellow, Bella. And what did you say? Adversity? Is that what you call running off with some deadbeat and getting yourself knocked