Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

MIA'S POV

It's been weeks since I dropped my little bombshell on Emily, and nothing changed. I expected her to pack her bags and leave Adam the moment she found out about Adam and me. But no, she was still there, playing house, acting like the perfect little wife.

It was infuriating. Didn't she have any self-respect? Or was she just that desperate to cling to him?

Either way, it was clear I'd have to take matters into my own hands. Emily needed to go, and if she wouldn't leave on her own, I'd make damn sure she had no choice.

I began to tail her. And finally, today was the day. I watched from my parked car as Emily left her office building.

God, I hated her.

Because of her, Adam was avoiding me.

He stopped taking my calls. She must have threatened him. Adam was quite weak when it came to making decisions like this. But the fact remained that she was trying to steal him from me again!

My blood was boiling just by looking at her face. I stepped out of the car and I strode towards her. Emily saw me coming.

"You bitch," I snarled, lunging at her. My hands were aimed at her throat.

But before I could reach her, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off my feet. I thrashed and screamed, my nails raking uselessly against the arms that held me.

"Let me go!" I shrieked, watching as Emily calmly climbed into her car. "You can't hide from me forever, Emily! I'll make you pay!"

gone, leaving me struggling in the grip of what I now realized was

How dare she?

before Emily's car had long since disappeared from

for revenge. By the time

But one moment I was

hesitation, I dragged it across my wrist, feeling with a detached fascination as blood welled up and began to drip on the floor. The pain I felt was sharp, immediate, but somehow distant. Like it

should be enough to make Adam

the video call button, sliding down to sit on the floor as I waited for him to answer. Why the fuck wouldn't he answer my

already starting to slip away because I was losing so much blood. But I tried to

Adam's face appeared

first, probably about to launch into some speech about how we couldn't keep doing this. But then his

immediately called in a

"Adam," I gasped weakly.

"Help me. Please."

Adam's face was pale now, his eyes darting around as

are you? I'm calling

the

did this. She came

face hardened, "What are you talking about? Emily

out a choked sob