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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right. The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back

as her hand reaching out to squeeze

out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was

took a deep

going to a club when 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, I tried to push thoughts

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

rhythm of the music seemed to be pushing out

round this

of you," she giggled, her

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

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everything feel slightly surreal.

the cups before the bar guy and told him my order, tapping my fingers on the sticky counter as

a firm gruff voice from beside

turned to him with a straight face,

said simply and looked away, hoping he'd take

It might sound harmless but everyone in my college, even outside it knew Dennis could never be associated with that word. His mere presence screams trouble.

be like that." His

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

drinker and a

leave. I was so

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