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 stomach

as her hand

ass doesn't deserve this. You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that

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

took a deep breath,

me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an outfit that

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

to be

us a new round this time,"

she giggled, her face flushed from

the music as I made my way to the bar area.

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everything feel slightly surreal.

my order, tapping my fingers on the sticky counter

a firm gruff voice from

with a straight face, I

simply and looked away, hoping he'd take

that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs

that."

as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my heart was racing

he chuckled. "A big drinker and a snob? Sexy," he drawled, leaning

the barman was done, I picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to

of me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with the lights of the club stretching into long,

Then I was falling