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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He probably went back into her arms after I left. The

voice softened as her hand reaching out to

this. You should yo out there and have

crumble. Maybe she was right.

took a

be mourning my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an outfit that made me feel somewhat confident, I tried to push thoughts of him out

of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea though. In fact, I'm glad I am out here, I thought as Clara and I twerked to the song that came on, laughing like we had

the music seemed to be pushing out the pain,

a new round

giggled, her

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

guy and told him my order, tapping my

a

a straight

and looked away, hoping he'd

Dennis. It might sound harmless but 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

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

on the counter as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring

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

to leave. I was so eager to get

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 through the roaring

Then I was falling