Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0264

It had been so freakishly, unmistakably obvious that the scene was staged.

I had taken a closer, more scrutinizing look and noticed the shabby, amateurish work that had been done. The attention to detail was laughable at best, insulting at worst.

Till today, I still remembered how the seemingly careless drape of the ridiculous dress and lingerie had looked intentional on a closer look, as if arranged by someone with no concept of natural disarray. Even the shoes, carelessly strewn about, had been of different sizes and similar colors, a rookie mistake in staging infidelity.

The male shirts weren't mine; neither were they my size or my aesthetic. They hung limply, like props in a bad play. The suffocating smell that I suspected was supposed to be the man's cologne filled the space, an assault on the senses that smelt nothing like mine. And if it was supposed to be for the lady, Ana should know that I'd hate that overpowering scent with every fiber of my being.

If only Ana had taken a closer look, if only she had paused for a moment of clarity. If only she had not jumped to conclusions, her keen eye would have noticed that the cologne was not her favorite of mine.

But even still, the whole scenario was a puzzle piece that I could not make into anything sensible, no matter how I turned it over in my mind.

Why would anyone do this? What exactly was the motive behind such an elaborate ruse? To ruin the beautiful, cherished relationship I had with Ana?

But then came the same nagging question, who?

Neither Ana nor I had anyone in our lives who would want us apart, no nemesis lurking in the shadows. Well, except Clara but Clara, with all her sharp words and disapproving glares, would never stoop so low.

She was always so vocal and intentional about her dislike for me that sometimes I thought that she was just all bluff and was just very protective of her friend, a lioness guarding her cub.

had followed the trail of multiple thongs and garter belts and more shirts into my room, each step feeling like I was walking deeper

was minimal, not compared to the big mess in the living room, as

the contents on the nightstand

of someone sneaking out from the kitchen, a shadow darting away from the scene of the crime. Immediately, the

like the back of my hands. I ran into the kitchen, went through the rarely used fingerprint secured door there and burst out of the garage. Just as

young boy and he immediately started to scream as he struggled to get out of his shirt, ready

flee without it.

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Chapter 0264

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make sense of everything and perhaps, tender. my explanation

1. go.

He would

him all the way from the garage into my kitchen. I did a quick, efficient job

He babbled

and screamed and threatened me, I regarded him for a while. Definitely,

"What's your name?"

no right to question me! Untie