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

softened as her hand

should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself

My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe hiding away wasn't the

a deep breath,

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

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

to be pushing out the

a new round this

sweet of you," she giggled, her face

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.

guy and told him my order, tapping my fingers

for you?" came a

him with a

looked away, hoping he'd take

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

beautiful, don't be like that."

for my drinks, deliberately ignoring him. But I knew my

big drinker and a snob?

the barman was done, I picked up my drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to the relative safety of Clara

the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks, the sound of shattering glass barely registering

Then I was falling