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 I left. The image of them together made my

her hand reaching out to squeeze

have fun. Show yourself and him, that

looked into her eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe

a deep breath,

how I was roped into going to a club when I should be mourning my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to

sensory overload, with pulsing 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

seemed to be pushing out the pain,

round this

you," she giggled, her

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

him my order, tapping my fingers

a firm gruff voice

a straight face,

looked away, hoping he'd take the

presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name

don't be like that." His

my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew

"A big drinker and a

was so eager to get back to the relative safety of Clara and

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

Then I was falling