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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probably went back into her arms after I left. The image

her hand reaching out to

out there and have fun. Show

crumble. Maybe she was

a deep

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

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

seemed to be pushing out the pain, at least

get us a new round this

she giggled, her face flushed

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

and told him my order, tapping my

you?" came a firm gruff voice from beside

I turned to him with a straight

and looked away, hoping he'd

associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs

don't be like that." His voice was smooth, almost

as I waited for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But

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

turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to the

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

Then I was falling