Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0356

EMILY'S POV

A dull throbbing behind my eyes pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. I groaned, rolling onto my side and burying my face in the pillow. The sudden movement seemed to make me feel more nauseous and I lay still, willing my stomach to settle.

Some fragments of memories zipped through my mind...a bar... whiskey burning my throat... angry words spilling from my lips; trying to piece all of them together only intensified the pounding in my head. I opened my eyes to the rays of sunlight dancing through a gap in the curtains and it was painfully bright. I blinked rapidly so that my vision would gradually adjust to the surroundings, which I soon noticed was my bedroom.

But how did I get here?

The last thing I remembered was...what? Falling? Someone catching

me?

I pushed myself up to a sitting position, immediately regretting the sudden movement as my head spun again. Clutching my temples, I took deep breaths and tried to ward off another wave of nausea. Questions began swirling in my mind, each one bringing with it a fresh ache to my temples.

Who brought me home?

What happened after I blacked out?

And why did I feel like I was forgetting something important?

The effort of trying to remember proved too much. I got out of bed and stood on shaky legs. First things first, I needed to deal with this

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hangover.

I shuffled to the kitchen, still squinting against the bright morning light. My body moved on autopilot, gathering ingredients for my tried-and-true hangover soup. Ginger, garlic, chicken broth, which was a soothing routine that required little thought from my foggy brain.

While I chopped vegetables, I heard,

"Emily."

The voice came from behind me, startling in its familiarity. Something stirred in my chest like a mix of emotions I couldn't quite place. Anger, hurt, betrayal...why? The soup forgotten, I gripped the edge of the counter as a fresh wave of pain lanced through my skull.

"Em? Are you okay?"

Then when the footsteps approached, I tensed up.

fill me

Why couldn't I remember?

worried. When you didn't show up for dinner, I thought...well, I didn't know what to think. Then some guy answered your phone, said you'd

of memory-Mia's smug face, a phone screen filled with damning messages and

soup. The smell of ginger and garlic that should

mad about something?

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touched my shoulder

going on? Why

sleep

I smiled, "I'm fine."

"But-"

him to grab my

"I said I'm fine."

him standing bewildered in the kitchen. As I walked away,

I didn't turn around.

bowl of soup. I could see Adam in the kitchen, gulping down water like a man dying of thirst. His adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, and I found myself wondering how many times it had done the same while he was with

forced myself to take a sip of the soup.

next move.

Confront him now?

the fog of my

the confrontation,

my direction, and I quickly averted my eyes to

coming to where I was so I didn't look

feel it. Please, talk to me.

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it together. I'm

soup over his head, then watching his face contort in pain and shock. The image was so vivid and satisfying that my hand twitched on the bowl. "Nothing's wrong, Adam. I just went

He nodded, seeming relieved.

worried. You never ignore

noncommittally, taking another sip of soup. "How was your

up, and he started giving me details

made the anger in me grow like a living thing inside

must have had a really great time with Mia,"

are

set my bowl down