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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probably right. The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into

softened as her hand reaching out

should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that life goes on no matter

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she

took a

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

energy of it

the music seemed to be pushing

us a new round this time," I

you," she giggled, her

to the bar area. The alcohol was still buzzing through

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everything feel slightly surreal.

and told him my order, tapping my fingers

you?" came a firm gruff

I turned to him with a straight face, I knew

simply and looked away, hoping he'd

everyone in my college, even outside it 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 about him were

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

ignoring him. But I knew my

big drinker and

was done, I picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was

the club

Then I was falling