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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went back into her

as her hand reaching out to

deserve this. You should yo out there and have

eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was

a deep breath,

Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an outfit that made me feel somewhat confident, I tried

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

seemed to be pushing

new round this time,"

she giggled, her face

my way to the bar area. The

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everything feel slightly surreal.

bar guy and told him my order,

came a firm gruff

to him with a

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

word. His mere presence screams trouble.

that." His voice was smooth, almost

I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I

he chuckled. "A big drinker and a snob?

was done, I picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was

the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks, the sound of shattering glass

Then I was falling