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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right. The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after I left. The image of them together made

hand reaching out

ass doesn't deserve this. You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that

into her eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she

a

into going to a club when I should be mourning my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an outfit that made me

lights, throbbing music, and the press of bodies all around us. At first, it was 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 I am out here, I thought as Clara and I twerked to the song that came on, laughing like we had no care

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

a new round this time,"

sweet of you," she giggled, her

way to the bar area. The alcohol was still buzzing through

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everything feel slightly surreal.

told him my order, tapping my fingers

for you?" came a firm

to him with a straight face, I knew

said simply and looked away, hoping he'd take the

Dennis. It might sound harmless but everyone in my college, even outside it knew Dennis could never be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name it, Dennis would always be the

beautiful, don't be like that." His

my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my heart

big drinker and a snob? Sexy," he

drinks and turned to leave. I was

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

Then I was falling