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.

shirts into my room, each step feeling like I was walking deeper into

it was minimal, not compared to the big mess in the living room, as if the perpetrator had run out of steam or

usually bedsheet was rumpled on my bed like a mockery of passion that never occurred, and some of the contents on the nightstand were placed on the floor to look like they had been mindlessly knocked off In the throes

my brain picked up the glimpse of someone sneaking out from the kitchen, a shadow darting away from the

door there and burst out of

he immediately started to scream as he struggled to get

flee without it.

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Chapter 0264

#25 BONUS

puzzle piece, the one thing I needed to make sense of everything and perhaps, tender. my explanation to Ana and get

1. go.

me go!" He would not

my kitchen. I did a quick, efficient job of

gonna call the cops!" He babbled as he struggled to free

and screamed and threatened me, I regarded

"What's your name?"

no right to question