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 went back into her arms after

hand

should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and

to crumble. Maybe

took a deep

to a club 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 outfit

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

be pushing out the pain,

a new round

she giggled,

moved my body to the music as I made my way 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 on the sticky counter

that for you?" came a firm gruff voice from beside

him with a

looked away, hoping he'd

His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun

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

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

big drinker and a snob? Sexy," he drawled,

turned to leave. I was so

front of 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 barely registering

Then I was falling