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!"

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

How dare she?

not before Emily's car had long since disappeared from view. I stumbled

back to my 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 I could see

moment I was pacing my kitchen,

blood 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. I watched the blood flow, feeling lightheaded but

should be enough to make Adam

call button, sliding down to sit on the floor as I waited for him to answer. Why the fuck

was losing so

Adam's face appeared

annoyed at first, probably about to launch into some speech about how we couldn't keep doing this.

He immediately called

"Adam," I gasped weakly.

"Help me. Please."

face was pale now, his eyes darting

are you? I'm calling

at the wave of dizziness the

this. She came after

hardened, "What are you talking

I insisted, letting out