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

hand reaching out to squeeze

and have fun. Show yourself and him, that

crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away wasn't

a

get ready, applying makeup to hide the traces of tears and choosing an outfit that made

up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a

to be pushing out the

us a new round

you," she giggled,

lightly moved my body to the music as I made my way to the bar area. The alcohol was still buzzing through my system and

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everything feel slightly surreal.

him my order,

that for you?" came a

before I turned to him with a straight face, I knew who it

looked away, hoping he'd

be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name it, Dennis

that." His voice was smooth, almost

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

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

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

taken a step when the world started to swirl 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 sound of shattering glass barely registering through

Then I was falling