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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his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after

as her hand reaching

should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that life goes

into her eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away

a

my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an

caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea though. In fact, I'm glad I

of the music seemed to be pushing out

new round this time," I told

she giggled, her face flushed

I made my way to the bar

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everything feel slightly surreal.

told him my order, tapping my

a firm gruff voice

him with a straight face,

said simply and looked away, hoping

presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name it, Dennis would always be the head. The stories about him were legendary, and not in

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

my finger on the counter as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my heart was racing out of slight fear or

"A big drinker and a

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

with the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my

Then I was falling