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.

voice fill me with such

Why couldn't I remember?

so 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 had too

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

on the soup. The smell of ginger and garlic that should have been comforting

to me. Are you mad about something? Did I do something

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hand touched my shoulder and

Why are

to face his disheveled appearance. He looked like he didn't sleep all night.

I smiled, "I'm fine."

"But-"

him off, reaching past him to

"I said I'm fine."

in the kitchen. As I

I didn't turn around.

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

sip of the soup.

next move.

Confront him now?

the fog of my

after the confrontation, what

in my direction, and I quickly averted my eyes to focus on my

coming to where I was

it. Please, talk to me. Whatever

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it together. I'm

laughed. I imagined standing up and pouring the hot soup over his head, then watching his face contort in pain and shock. The image was so vivid and satisfying that my hand

He nodded, seeming relieved.

I was just worried. You never ignore my

another sip of

started

every lie after lie that made the

have had a really great time with

are you

down