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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back into her arms after

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 away

a deep breath,

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 feel somewhat confident, I tried to push thoughts

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

be pushing out the pain, at least

a new round this

giggled, her face flushed from

my way to the bar area. The alcohol was still

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everything feel slightly surreal.

and told him my order, tapping my fingers on the sticky counter as I

a firm gruff voice from beside

I turned to him with a straight

looked away, hoping he'd take the

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

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

my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my

drinker and a snob? Sexy,"

I was so eager to get back

swirl in front of me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with the lights of the club

Then I was falling