Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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With a sniff, I stopped my incessant knocking when I heard hurried footsteps coming toward the door. I leaned on the door, unable to stop my sobs.

I had meant it when I said it was over but a part of me had hoped. that he would come after me, take me in his arms and reassure me that it was all a big misunderstanding but he had only stood there, barking my name like some crazed maniac.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Clara opened the door with a smile, it widened a bit when she saw me but immediately fell when she noticed my tears.

"Are you okay?" She frowned, her eyes filled with questions. "I didn't know you would be back so soon," she said slowly, her frown deepening, "Ana, are you okay?"

She reached for me and I couldn't hold back myself anymore. I fell into her arms and cried like a baby. My heart felt heavy and my shoulders shook as I gripped the sides of her shirt and cried harder, soaking her sweatshirt with my tears.

"Shh," she patted me on the back. She closed the door and led me inside the living room. She did a quick job of bringing my bags in, then held me and sat us down. Yet, she said nothing. She let me cling to her and cry as much as I needed to.

Her care and understanding warmed my heart but instead of soothing me, it only made my heart ache more. Aiden used to be just like that. He was always very patient with me.

"We were so good together" I blurted out

"Okay?" She finally asked, "What happened?"

"It's Aiden," I whispered. There was a short pause and I could tell that she already understood but I still continued anyway.

I sniffed and looked up, wiping my face but it was no use, more tears still poured out of my eyes, unhinged. "I texted him that I was

coming today," I hiccuped and she held my hands, nodding.

"He didn't reply and Aiden never leaves my message or calls unanswered. Never. You know that.

She nodded again.

inhaled, taking in the snot that had drooped out. "I got worried and decided that I would stop at his place first and see what might be wrong.

"On my way there," I started to let out loud sob sounds again, breaking my sentences. I took out my phone and tried to open my phone so I could show her the pictures but my hands trembled. I couldn't even successfully unlock my phone.

I dropped the phone in frustration and pointed at it. "It is there, the pictures, they're in my phone," I sputtered uncontrollably and incoherently.

Clara squeezed my hand. "Calm down, Ana. Take your time. Breathe."

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I spoke again, my voice didn't tremble so much anymore but it was small and I could still feel the tears running down my face.

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