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

as her hand reaching out

You should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away

took a deep breath,

a club when I should be mourning my lost love. As Clara helped me get ready, applying makeup to hide

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 and I twerked to the song that came

seemed to be pushing out the pain,

round this

you," she giggled, her

the music as I made my way to the bar

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everything feel slightly surreal.

my

you?" came a firm gruff voice from beside

a straight face,

and looked away, hoping he'd

outside it knew Dennis could never be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence,

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

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

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

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

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