Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0112

SYDNEY'S POV

The address that Mark sent me indicated that he was at Luigi's bar. My gaze fell on his cat by the side of the road as I drove to the parking lot and parked. my car

I made my way into the bar. As I looked around, searching for where Mark might have taken a seat, my eyes fell on Luigi. He was already looking at me. As our eyes met, he pointed his index finger and middle finger to his eyes and faced it in my direction. "I am watching you," he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes and pressed one of my fingers to my eyes. "I will gouge out your eyeballs," I mouthed back. Then I turned and walked to Mark's private room. Since he was not on the down floor then he was definitely in one of the

VIP rooms.

"Sydney..." Mark's eyes instantly fell on me and he slurred. "You're here, come come, take a seat," he patted on the space beside him.

I paused at the door and eyed the empty bottles on the table. I shook my head. at his form, he was gulping another cup of whiskey. How many had he taken? Anyway, figuring out how many bottles of whiskey he had taken was not my business.

I closed the door behind me and stepped further into the room. "Where's the promised hundred thousand dollars?"

He chuckled lightly, then he reached for a bag by his side and pulled out his checkbook. I watched as he unsteadily held the pen he pulled out with the checkbook and swiftly signed his name. With a smirk, he handed it to me, "Fill in any amount you like."

With a smirk on my face too, I took the checkbook and pen from him and took a seat on the seat where he had patted.

I had the opportunity to be greedy and either add a zero to the amount or change the first number to any other number of my choice but I didn't. A hundred thousand dollars was a lot. I filled in the exact amount he promised then I showed it to him so that he could see that I didn't add any extra figure.

"Whenever you're free, you can stop by the bank and cash it out." After securely tucking the checkbook in thy bag, I got down to business, asking. "So why am I here? What did you want

he invited me here. "Do you know everything about Belle and some Isaac

my brows.

the child in Bella's womb wasn't mine.

took a deep breath

tell me? We were together for three whole years and you never even bothered

countered, my brows raised, "Why should I have

me, we would not have ended up divorced. Our

palm, "Nuh uh, no matter what whether I had told you or not," I met his gaze, "our union, since I walked up to you at the altar and you saw that I was not Bella,

mouth to speak but I beat him to

was just a thief and I had stolen your love. You would have readily believed that any word from me was a lie, an attempt by your pathetic wife to grab your attention, right? If Bella told you anything now, wouldn't you also disbelieve every word she says?" I shrugged,

in his seat and his fingers ran through his hair. You're right, I indeed wouldn't have

marrying you, hurt that Bella didn't trust me enough to tell me that she was sick and quilt, that I didn't see the signs of her sickness when I should

as he moved closer, wondering what he was up. Then his face got closer and he attempted

and pushed it back. "It is enough that you touch my face. My services do not include kissing or sex, watch out or I'll bash your head in," I earned sternly. He laughed, seeming humored but he backed off, "Alright, ma'am. I'll play by your

private room was pushed open. We both turned to the door

were set on Mark as he moved to my side. He stood beside me and possessively placed his hand

His eyes shifted to

my bag and waved it in his face. "Nothing much, he paid a hundred dollars just to see me," I said and flipped my hair back. "It

chuckled, "Aren't you worried

"Sorry, the money was just too easy to earn so I