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

softened as her hand reaching

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

to crumble. Maybe

a deep breath,

I 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 tears and choosing an outfit that made

as the night wore on, I was finally getting caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a bad

seemed to be pushing

new round this time," I told

sweet of you," she giggled, her face

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

and told him my order,

a

to him with a straight face, I

and looked

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 legendary, and

that."

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

and

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

in 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

Then I was falling