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.

least of all a stranger. But something, intuition perhaps, made me reach for it.

"Hello?"

voice purred, "Have you

into the phone and without waiting *for a response, I jabbed the end call button. "That bitch" I muttered, tossing the

it

was contaminated.

it was, almost rolling my

please," Adam's frustrated voice

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about this. Just hear me

the sound

he possibly say to

years? Oops, my

mind was imagining all the ways I could make him suffer for what he'd done. Revenge fantasies played out behind

to hear if he was still out there. There was

when I drifted off to sleep. But my last conscious thought must

I forgot everything but only for a few

and maybe trying to summon the energy to face the world. Then I threw back the covers

turned the handle, cracking the

directly

I expecting

was no sign of Adam or anyone else, just

and be done with it because it was probably some pathetic attempt at an apology. As if he

curious for my own good. I wanted to know what was inside. What did he think was worth leaving outside my door? What

to

didn't make any noise when I shook it gently. No ticking, at least, so probably not