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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He probably went back

her hand reaching out to

doesn't deserve this. You should yo out there and have fun.

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding

a

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

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 in

music seemed to be pushing out the pain, at least

us a new round this

you," she giggled, her face flushed

moved my body to the music as I made my way to the bar area. The

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everything feel slightly surreal.

the bar guy and told him my order, tapping my fingers on the sticky

you?" came a firm gruff voice

turned to him with a straight face, I

looked away, hoping he'd take

mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name it, Dennis would always be the head. The stories

that." His voice

as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring

chuckled. "A big drinker and a

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

the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks, the sound of shattering glass barely registering through the roaring

Then I was falling