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.

first, I considered ignoring it. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now, least of all a stranger.

"Hello?"

purred, "Have you left

of 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

it

was contaminated.

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

frustrated voice drifted through the

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to talk about this. Just hear me

squeezed my eyes shut because the sound of his voice irritated

possibly say to redeem

your back for years? Oops, my bad

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

stopped. I held my breath, straining to hear if he was still out there. There was no sound. Did he give up already? Hell, he couldn't even

turned around under the sheets. I didn't realize when I drifted off to sleep. But my last conscious thought must have been a vague hope that

blissful moment, I forgot everything but only for a few seconds, then I remembered again and the knot in my stomach tightened once

to face the world. Then I threw back the covers off my body and padded

the door open just enough to peek

sitting directly in front

I expecting a

now checking the hallway in both directions. There was no sign of

because it was probably some pathetic attempt

too curious for my own good. I wanted to know what was inside. What

bent down to pick

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