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 hand reaching out to

You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and

eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was

a deep

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,

finally getting caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea

be pushing out

us a new round this

you," she giggled, her face

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

cups before the bar guy and told him my order, tapping my fingers

a

to him with a straight

I said simply and looked away, hoping he'd take

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,

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

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

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

up my drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get

front of me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop

Then I was falling