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

hand

should yo out there and have fun. Show yourself and him, that life goes on no matter

looked into her eyes. My resolve began to crumble. Maybe she was right. Maybe

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

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.

be pushing out the

new round this time,"

sweet of you," she giggled, her

to the music as I made my way to the bar

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everything feel slightly surreal.

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

that for you?" came a firm gruff

to him with a straight face, I knew

said simply and looked away,

harmless but everyone in my college, even outside it 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 not in

like that." His voice was

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

chuckled. "A big drinker and

drinks and turned to leave. I was so eager to get back to the relative safety of Clara and the dance

just taken a step when the world 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, the

Then I was falling