Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost like one of the ones Grace had designed. I frowned, "it looks a lot like the dress you designed."

Grace laughed lightly, "It is the one I designed," she scrolled to the previous slide, "This is the original one. She's one of our clients, she got it from us so she replicated it and tagged us." My mouth formed an 'O' as I nodded.

"Yeah." She reclined back on the couch where she had been laying. "She really tried, right?"

"Yeah, but I could still tell that it wasn't your work. It was just your design."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think she did well. Perhaps, we should recruit her."

"Oh please."

she abruptly stopped laughing.

I was watching on YouTube again. "What now?

the video back but the sound of someone

a frown, "Why

she pointed to the TV. "Mark is live on

and more toned since I last saw him. His cheekbones were more prominent, his hair was slicked back neatly but as usual, there were still

about the rising value of its stock. Then the host threw random questions at him. His responses were articulate and insightful

raised my hand to give him

had to be an asshole to you." I heard Grace murmured but I paid no heed

in value as well. For the first time, I was grateful to Mark for not agreeing to buy the shares when I suggested it. I could already see the dividend from the shares

my arm. She jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be

My savings wouldn't live to see the day with your splurging." Amidst her light giggles, I pointed at Mark on the TV,

perfect idea. I should marry him too and then file fir a divorce divorce, then I could also get five percent of the