Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0218

Bella's POV

Killing Isaac and moving away from where I grew up, away from everything and everyone I ever knew was supposed to be a game changer.

I thought it would be a piece of cake. Well, I didn't exactly expect it to be easy but I had thought that with the load of money and car I got from Sydney, it would be easier.

At that time, I remember being the happiest for a while. And at some point, I thought, "Maybe Killing does make people happier."

Because I felt absolute peace and happiness when I saw Isaac drop down before that prison that day. I had prepared myself to rot in jail just to make sure that Isaac never gets to breathe and exist again. His existence was a constant pain for me.

- my whole fucking life. If I hadn't fallen in love with him, I'd have had a wonderful life with Mark as my husband, or a better person. It'd have been the life I wanted - glamorous and love filled. One my parents never had but

in hell right now. I hope he's

shot Isaac, I knew I would get arrested and I was ready to serve jail time. The excuse of me being mentally unstable was only to reduce my term and their strictness. I hadn't expected that my sister would bail me out. In that moment, a flood of emotions washed over me relief at avoiding prison, but also resentment towards Sydney for always

would be transferred to an asylum, I knew Sydney was a good person, a lucky one. It was what used to annoy me about her. She seemed to have everything set, like she knew where she was headed. Whereas,

too. I never confronted them, but I knew they forced Sydney into the wedding with Mark. They always favored her, putting her needs first while brushing me aside. When I got arrested for murdering the man who deceived me, they hadn't even bothered to visit. If they attempted to get me out, I had no

was perfectly fine upstairs, the only place I had in mind was Sydney's. Maybe it was an unconscious desire for her help again, or maybe I wanted to get back at her somehow for her charmed life. Whatever

for weeks while hiding from cops. The fear of being caught and sent away was always present, haunting my every step. I took my baths in public toilets and ate lots of junk, adopting a skid row existence far removed from the opulent lifestyle

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Chapter 0218