Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

CLARA

I glanced around the room as I chewed on the takeout that had just been delivered. I gave myself a pat on the back, proud of myself. No, not a mental pat. I actually pat myself on the back, it feels better than an imagined one.

Few hours ago, the room had been filled with boxes and furniture that needed to be assembled. I had first dealt with the room. I wanted to have a place where I could easily crash in case I ran out of the buzzing energy to continue cleaning. Now all that was left was to shift the chairs to my desired spots and-

I frowned at the brown boxes beside the chair.

"Come on! I thought I already took those inside," I said as I took a gulp from the carton of orange juice before I walked toward the boxes.

I kicked them before I crouched down and opened them.

My brain was already wondering what was in the box and how I'd fix them in the parts of the house that it might belong to. I did not really leave any space in my room for more boxes or anything at all. And my-

I came to an abrupt halt as my gaze settled on my favorite shirt. Despite being aware that it was my favorite, Ana had loved it so much that she took it from me and made it hers. Obviously, I left it for her for only one reason. I love her. And she always looked so happy whenever she had the shirt on.

I sighed. I wished I had treated her relationship with Aiden the same way I treated the shirt. If I did, I wouldn't have this gaping hole that refused to fill up in my chest.

I swallowed and continued to dig through the contents. Her hair brush, her old wallet, her heeled shoes, the one she hated so much and stopped wearing only after once... I wondered if she noticed that they were missing. I must have mistakenly packed them with my boxes while I was packing, through my hazy vision after our fight.

I sniffed one of the shirts and a smile curled on my lips. It's been so many years and it still smelled of her. It's been so many yea-

Wait, years? It hasn't been up to a year, has it? How long has it been? Five months? Seven? Lesser than that? Well, I lost count. I didn't exactly enjoy keeping count on how long I'd been apart from my best friend who now hates me.

And yeah, it feels like it's been years since that fight.

no plan to

this sense of fulfillment I get whenever I help people. The thought that I was among a team that helped people live better lives filled me with a sense of

the second box, I contemplated using it as an excuse to see her again. But I knew I was the only one who missed the other. She had said she never wanted to see me

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the boxes a couple of times. I finally gave you and picked

I said to myself as

as always. I successfully put a smile on the faces of several people. I even managed to make a friend.

blurted. "You're so cute that I wish I could steal you and

laughed to myself as I remembered how his eyes

trust me, you're nothing but beautiful. can easily picture you

he had

IMS

I explained things to him and we got some of my job done

mid teens, who had come to volunteer came looking for him that they had to

seat with a heavy sigh, my

watch. It was too late to mail anything. Well, not too late but I'd rather go home to my bed than go through that stress by this time. Or I could just drive to her

with the idea

I was still contemplating until I found myself

congratulations to them. I

remembered how much Dennis loves her

a deep breath as I parked on the roadside where the house

return her old stuff that I mistakenly parked with mine

decided to stop by and