Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"I'll explain everything to you once we're home. Stop causing a scene and let's go," Mark said frustratedly. I could see he was fighting to stay calm as he was before. His voice was a bit louder than mine nonetheless.

"Home? That's your home, okay? It's your home, not mine," I jabbed a finger toward the door. "I'm not going anywhere with you, and I don't want to hear your fabricated explanations!" "Sydney," he frowned.

"What's the difference between you and Joel anyway? sneered at them both, "You're both selfish, cheating, betraying deceivers! It's no surprise you ended up as friends!"

Mark's face darkened even more. "I've already told you, Sydney, I didn't sleep with Bella. I didn't betray our marriage!"

"See? You're even a liar on top of it all," I accused. His hand ran through his hair in a gesture of frustration, his other hand resting on his hip. He began to speak, but he stuttered, his voice slipped stupidly in his throat like he was trying to find the right words. "I didn't sleep with-"

He paused, his eyes resting on me then with a shake of his head. He tried again. "I didn't sleep w-" he started, then stopped and his sentence hung unfinished in the air.

Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh. Then his eyes met mine in defiance, "The alimony f*e," he stated firmly. "Unless you pay me in full, you wouldn't dare to mention divorce! It's our agreement." He lifted a daring brow, "Or would you rather we take this to court? They can attend to this case after attending to the one between you and Joel."

"Your million dollar break-up f*e? Of course I remember!" I yelled in his face.

In a frenzy, I rummaged through the depths of my bag. My fingers fumbling through the different items until they found the familiar shape of my card. I brought it out and threw it towards Mark, the card fell to his feet and his eyes shifted from it to me. "What's this?' He muttered, his eyes narrowing.

"Take it," I urged and I suddenly felt my heart twitch with hurt as memories of all the events that had built up to this moment flooded my mind. Then it morphed into anger when I remembered the conversation between him and his mom that I had overheard.

"There's a million dollars in that card. It's all yours."

Mark stared at the card in utter shock and I was sure I saw something close to hurt as well.

"You think money can just buy your way out of this, Sydney?" he spat.

"I'm not buying my way out of anything." I retorted, "It's the alimony you requested for and that's it! Now get your damn signatures on the papers and let's forget this marriage ever happened."

Mark stood frozen in disbelief.

I satisfactorily took step back to widen the distance between us before turning and descending the short -flight of stairs.

I turned back at the last step.

"And I hope Mr. Mark Torres will keep to his words," I added as I clutched the railing, "Sign the divorce papers by tomorrow, Mark."

Luigi watched, on the screen, as Sydney's figure turned hotly on her heel and stormed out of the bar.

"Took them long enough," Luigi muttered, his words bouncing off the walls of the dim office room he sat

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He watched, amused, as Mark stood there, stunned as he gazed down at the card Sydney had thrown at him.

He chuckled to himself while watching the screen, the dummy had thought a million dollars would stop her? Fucking hilarious.

He knew he had done the right thing when he installed those cameras in the bar after he bought it. He could gef jailed for this but it was worth the risk after all.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, his hands blindly searched the clustered desk for his device. He

eventually found it. Begrudgingly, he dragged his eyes from the screen and led through his recent

calls logs.

"Boss, there's good news." His grinned, "They're officially getting divorced."