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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all. He probably went back into her arms after I left. The image of them together made

her hand reaching out

this. You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that life goes on no matter

to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away

took a

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

was a sensory overload, with pulsing lights, throbbing music, and the press of bodies all around us. At first, it was overwhelming, but as the night wore on, I was finally getting caught up in the energy of it all. It wasn't such a bad idea though. In fact, I'm glad I am out here, I thought as Clara

of the music seemed to be pushing

us a new round this time," I

of you," she giggled, her

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

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

a

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

looked

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 not

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

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

drinker and a snob? Sexy,"

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

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 the roaring

Then I was falling