Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Mark, after wishing dad a happy birthday and giving him a wrapped gift he had gotten for him, had said a succinct goodbye to him and mom and we left. Dad's smile kept faltering as he looked between Mark and

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The ride home was fun. Mark had taken us home with the car that brought him and Bella.

Bored, I had decided to taunt him. I placed my palm on my chest, "Poor Bella," I sighed, letting my shoulders droop as I turned to him, "how will she get home now that you've left with the car?"

He hadn't said anything. He jaw just remained clenched as he fixed his gazd outside the window.

I sighed again. "I hope her heart doesn't hurt so much when she's trying to go home or when her friends laugh at her that her lover left her."

I caught his pinky finger on the palm he pressed on his lap twitch.

I needed more than that. I sighed, suddenly changing the topic. "Now, I can't see the Italian bar guy again," my chest rose higher as I sighed loudly. "I guess I'd have to meet up with him some other time then." More of his fingers twitched again but that was the his silence.

only reaction I had gotten till eventually, I got bored of

Now, as we stepped into the house - him, loosening his tie as he walked into the living room. Me, removing my heels and letting them swing in my hands as I followed him into the room - the shrill of his phone disrupted the calm silence.

"Hey," his voice came out rough so he cleared it and tried again. "Hey..." There was a long pause as he listened to the person on the other end of the line then, I'm sorry I left."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't need to be told who it was. Uninterested, I padded my feet to my room. But, behind my closed doors, I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. His soft murmurs drifted to the door and I wondered if she was asking him to return to the party or something.

Ever since this farce called a marriage began, Mark and I had always had separate rooms.

"Come on, Bell. You know I don't like it when you cry," his volce drifted to me and then her sobbing did too. He had put the phone on speaker.

I frowned as I listened to Bella's cries boom out of his phone's speaker. Why wasn't he making the phone call in his room? Was he trying to keep an eye on me? Perhaps, he thinks since couldn't go to meet Luigi, I would invite him in. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure I didn't sneak away.

Whatever his reason was didn't bother me. All I wanted was a good night's sleep. I stretched my limbs and Julled myself to sleep with the voice of Bella's distressed and frustrated cry.

I had a small victory today.

I would pack out tomorrow after I've paid Mark.

These thoughts brought a smile to my face as I gathered the blanket that was left after I had covered my body to myself and drifted into a blissful sleep.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. It was 6:00AM. Though I hadn't been going to work for the past thre years, my alarm was set in that time. I always wanted to wake up early so that I could help Mark prepare for work and also watch him leave for work. I groaned groggily and my hand shot out to stop the sound from disturbing my sweet sleep.

At exactly 8:00AM, the alarm rung again. The first thought that came to my mind was that I would be leaving Mark's house today and he'd also sign the divorce papers.

The thought alone brought a smile to my face. And I stretched my limbs and collapsed back on the bed, feeling refreshed and energized. I stared at the ceiling. Today was going to be a long but good day. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I throw the money in his face.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm moving out today. I'm moving out today!" Was my mantra and song as I got ready for work. I tapped my feet as I brushed, singsonging the words. I nodded my head to the beats I made with my mouth as rapped the words and put on my shoes.

When I stepped out of my room, fully dressed and ready for a productive day, I could already tell that Mark was gone. The servants weren't rushing up and down, they delivered their assigned tasks with ease. I didn't meet Grace at work. I truedher kine but it wasn't going through so I decided to wait till she arrived. Throughout work that day I didn't get a whiff of Grace. I focused on drafting the jewelries of other customers while I waited. At the end of the day, towards evening, she still wasn't around. I didn't have the patience to wait so I headed to the finance department. I would explain to her afterward. d