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

as her hand reaching out to

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

resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away wasn't

a

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 tears and choosing an outfit that made me feel somewhat confident, I tried to push thoughts of him out of

of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea though.

seemed to be pushing out the pain,

us a new round this

sweet of you," she giggled, her face

to the music as I made my way to the bar

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everything feel slightly surreal.

told him my order,

for you?" came a firm gruff voice from beside

I turned to him with a

I said simply and looked away, hoping he'd

outside it knew Dennis could never be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun

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

my finger on the counter as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But

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

I was so eager to get back to the relative safety

the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks, the sound of shattering glass barely registering through the roaring in my

Then I was falling