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.

anyone right now, least of all a stranger. But

"Hello?"

familiar voice purred, "Have you left him

your fucking business," I snarled into the phone and without waiting *for a response, I jabbed the end call button. "That bitch" I muttered, tossing the phone onto the bed

it

was contaminated.

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

voice drifted through the

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talk about this. Just hear me out

my eyes shut because the sound of his voice irritated me so

could he possibly say to redeem

behind your back for years? Oops, my

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

there. There was no sound. Did he give up already? Hell, he couldn't even knock for an hour or

realize when I drifted off to sleep. But my last conscious thought must have been a vague hope that when I woke up, this would all turn out to be

my eyes again, the room was bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. For a blissful moment, I forgot everything but only for a

lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, and maybe trying to summon the energy to face the world. Then I threw back the

I turned the handle, cracking the door open

directly in front

I

directions. There was no

to kick it down the stairs and be done with it because it was probably some pathetic attempt at an apology. As if he could buy his way

there was that part of me that was too curious for my own good. I wanted to know what was inside. What did he think was worth

to pick

make any noise when I shook it gently. No