Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0353

SOPHIA'S POV

"Get out of my car." I said.

She looked at me incredulously.

"I said get out!" I screamed, my composure finally shattering.

Mia looked like she wanted to argue more but something in my face must have warned her off. She opened the door, pausing before she stepped out. "Heed my advice, Emily He doesn't love you. Stop wasting your time on him-"

I slammed my hand on the horn to cut her off until she climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone, my forehead hit the steering wheel and I could already feeling the tears starting to come. I was fighting to breathe through the tightness in my chest.

The images Mia had shown me flashed through my mind again, and everytime it did, they felt like a fresh stab of pain. I felt dirty and used. I wanted to curl up and disappear. How could he do this? How could they both betray me like this?

I thought about the past four years and all the moments I'd cherished; now they'd all been tainted by this revelation. Our wedding day, when Adam looked at me with what I thought was respect, if not love. The quiet evenings we spent in companionable silence, each absorbed in our own work but somehow connected.

It wasn't a fairytale romance, but I'd grown to care for and trust him. We became friends of a sort. I'd even dared to hope that maybe, someday, it could blossom into something more.

every one of those memories felt like

he left for

for the event I was organizing for my new business. He seemed genuinely interested and gave me some suggestions and promised to

was talking to me, he was busy thinking of Mia? Planning their rendezvous while pretending to care

So it turned out that he was with her the whole time and probably she'd been there, listening

make this marriage work. I tired to be the perfect wife

and networked tirelessly just to present the image of us being a happy,

for what? So he could fuck his

reflection in the small mirror. The mascara around my eyes was getting a bit smeared from the tears I tried not to shed. I checked my purse for some makeup wipes

the car, heading straight for Olivia's boutique, where I was headed in

reached the place. Who cared if I

breathe it in and pretend everything was normal to the customers and workers around, one

looked up as I entered her office,

surpr-" She broke off when she noticed my

wrong? Your face looks so puffy. Have you been

collapsed into the chair across from her

to me

quickly pulled a chair to sit next to me and she rested her hand