Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0243

"I will," I ran my fingers through my hair and plonked on the bed, feeling the soft mattress sink beneath me. The weight of the day's emotions pressed down on me and made even the simple act of sitting up feel like a monumental task.

"I just need time."

Clara's eyes softened with concern, but her voice remained firm.

"Well, you don't have that time," she started to pull me up gently but insistently. "Because I'm going to the club and you're coming with me."

I felt a surge of resistance well up inside me.

"No," I said definitely and started to pull away, my body tensing. "I'm not going anywhere."

The thought of facing a crowd, of pretending to be okay when my world had just shattered, seemed impossible.

"Please, Ana," Clara pleaded desperately. "I can't watch you go away like this. You're my best friend, and seeing you like this... it breaks my heart."

I sighed. "Just let me have this night. It's been four years!"

Clara shook her head, "Doesn't matter. Four years or four decades, cheating is cheating."

Clara- I started, but she cut me off.

“I'm sure he's probably still humping some other lady and you're here sulking pathetically." Her blunt words hit me like a slap, forcing me to confront the reality I was trying to avoid.

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The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after

voice softened as her hand reaching out

there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that life goes on

to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away

a deep breath,

my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing

overwhelming, but as the night wore on, I was finally getting caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea though. In fact, I'm glad

rhythm of the music seemed to be pushing out the pain, at least

round this time," I

sweet of you," she giggled, her face

I made my way to the bar area. The alcohol was still buzzing

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everything feel slightly surreal.

dropped the cups before the bar guy and told him my order, tapping my fingers on the sticky counter

a firm gruff

a straight face,

simply and looked

Dennis could never be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name it,

don't be like that." His voice was smooth,

counter as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my heart was racing out of slight fear or

big drinker and a snob? Sexy," he drawled,

leave. I was so eager to get back to the relative safety of Clara and the dance

started to swirl in front of me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the

Then I was falling