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!"

slammed shut, and Emily was gone, leaving me struggling in the grip of what I now realized was her bodyguard. When the hell did

How dare she?

the bodyguard released me, but not before Emily's car had long since disappeared from view. I stumbled back to my own vehicle,

apartment happened with a series of angry tears and plans for revenge. By the time I stormed through my front door, I was beyond rational thought. All

But one moment I was

welled up and began to drip on the floor. The pain I felt was sharp, immediate, but somehow distant. Like it was happening to someone else.

to make

recent calls list. I hit the video call button, sliding down to sit on the floor as I waited for him to

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

Adam's face

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

called in

"Adam," I gasped weakly.

"Help me. Please."

face was pale now, his eyes darting around

are you? I'm calling

the wave of dizziness the

"Emily...she did this.

are you talking about?

letting out a choked sob for