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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girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after I

her hand reaching out to

this. You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that

eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she

took 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 an

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 wasn't such a bad idea though. In fact, I'm glad I am out here, I

of the music seemed to be pushing out the pain, at least

round this time," I

sweet of you," she giggled,

music as I made my way to the bar area. The alcohol was still

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everything feel slightly surreal.

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

came a

to him with a straight face, I knew who it

simply and looked away, hoping he'd take

that word. His mere presence

like that." His voice

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

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

picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to the relative safety of Clara and the

me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with 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