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

hand reaching out to

this. You should yo out there and have

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was

a deep breath,

going to a club when I should be mourning my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the

night wore on, I was finally getting caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't

of the music seemed to be pushing out the

new round this time,"

of you," she giggled, her face flushed from

as I made my way to

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everything feel slightly surreal.

dropped the cups before the bar guy and told him my order, tapping my

came a firm gruff voice

with a

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

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 head. The stories about him were legendary, and not in

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

deliberately ignoring

big drinker and a snob?

I picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to the relative safety

everything became a blur, with the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks, the sound of shattering glass barely registering through

Then I was falling