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

voice softened as her hand reaching

there and have

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

took a deep breath,

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 of him out

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,

the music seemed to be pushing out the pain,

a new round this

of you," she giggled, her

moved my body to the music as I made my way to the

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everything feel slightly surreal.

before the bar guy and told him my

a firm

with a straight face, I knew who it

and looked away, hoping

that word. His mere presence screams trouble. Gangs fight, violence, gun fights, name

on, beautiful, don't be like that."

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

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

I was so eager to get back to the relative

started to swirl in front of me. Rapidly, everything became a blur, with the lights of the club stretching into long, disorienting streaks. I felt my hands drop the drinks,

Then I was falling