Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0357

EMILY'S POV

The burden I'd been carrying for the past day seemed to have reduced on my shoulders because, now, it was out in the open and I'd confronted him.

No doubt, the pain was still there, raw and throbbing, but it was accompanied by a fierce sense of

liberation.

My eyes went to my closet on the other side of the room, which was filled with designer clothes and shoes. I was already beginning to calculate in my head how long it would take for me to pack all of my belongings; how many bags would I need to make sure left and left nothing behind?

Or maybe I could just walk out and leave everything behind. It would be so easy to just disappear and start fresh somewhere new where no one knew me as Adam's wife or as part of the country's elite.

But then, on another hand was the media frenzy that would undoubtedly follow the news of our separation. The gossip and speculations were always waiting in a corner, for the right time to be spread. Power Couple Splits,' would be a front page-worthy headline for sure.

People would talk, they always did. They liked to dissect other people's lives to look for signs they might have missed.

Maybe some would pity me.

Maybe others would blame me and say "She must have driven him to cheat," "Maybe if she'd been a

better wife..."

I shook my head as I felt some anger flaring up again. No. Fuck all of that. Fuck what people would say; fuck their judgments and their gossip. I was Emily fucking Cartwright before I became Emily Sinclair, and I'd be damned if I let fear of public opinion keep me trapped in a loveless and disrespectful marriage.

Just then, the shrill sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts.

I stared down at the device lying innocuously on the bed as its screen lit up with an unknown number.

mood to deal with anyone right now, least of all a stranger. But something, intuition perhaps, made me reach for it. I swiped to answer,

"Hello?"

a familiar voice purred, "Have you left

my dealings are none of your fucking business," I snarled into the phone and without waiting *for a response, I jabbed the

it

was contaminated.

Mia's call, a knock on the door made me turn my eyes to the door and I already knew m who it was, almost rolling my eyes. I didn't have the energy for another confrontation. So I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin like a shield against the

voice

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need to talk about this. Just hear me out for

shut because the sound of his voice

could he possibly say to redeem

for years? Oops, my bad

with Adam's pleas, but I tuned it out. My mind was imagining all the ways I could make him suffer for what he'd done. Revenge

still out there. There was no sound.

drifted off to sleep. But my last conscious thought must have been a vague hope

moment, I forgot everything but only for

staring at the ceiling, and maybe trying to summon the energy to face

I turned the handle, cracking the door open just enough to peek

directly in

Was I expecting

the hallway in both directions. There was no

and be done with it because it was probably some pathetic attempt

what was inside. What did he think was worth leaving outside my door? What could

down to pick up

make any noise when I shook it gently. No ticking,