Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"I held my child and wept bitterly on the delivery bed."

I was at a loss for words at that point.

What do I do?

What was I supposed to say to her?

Clearly not a heartfelt speech of pity because in as much as I got poked a bit by her story, a larger part of me wasn't that sorry.

I leaned back in my seat, my cup of coffee already emptied.

"Good story," I said with a wave of my hand. "but that doesn't make us friends. You see, a woman who intrudes in another's marriage is a bitch, and you, choosing to intrude in my marriage, means you're also a bitch. Whatever you just told me, true or false, your suffering was not caused by me Instead, I have to deal with the aftermath of your recklessness, so I won't sympathize with you."

Bella's face morphed into anger, her nostrils flared as she clutched the coffee cup tighter, veins protruded from the back of her hands.

"I don't want your pity," she sparked. "I'm only telling you because I've suffered so much. I must marry Mark, so you better not meddle, or I'll do something you'll regret for the rest of your life. You hear me?"

A laugh escaped my lips and my shoulders wracked with amusement at the absurdity of her words. I flipped my hair back from my shoulder, still laughing

Bella hissed, "What's so funny?"

I sighed, a chuckle still coming from my chest while I regarded her with both pity and bemusement. How delusional this girl was, to think I would still go back to Mark after our divorce.

"You're unbelievable, and that's what's so funny," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Mark and I are divorced," I enunciated slowly and I made sure to emphasize each word so she would read my lips. "For good!"

"Who cares if you marry Mark? Me?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the mere suggestion.

"Yes, because I know how sly you can be," Bella retorted contemptuously.

"Oh, I'm sly, hey?" I arched my eyebrow.

Bella met my eyes head-on as her lips curled into a sneer while she also rolled her eyes at me and I, all the same, felt a perverse thrill in this verbal sparring.

"You think you know me, Bella?" I tsked, shaking my head, "You have no ideal who I am, not really. You've been gone for so long, living in your own little. world of misery and self-pity, that you've lost touch with reality."

Bella's jaw clenched, "Don't pretend like you understand what I've been through," she spat.

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly," I countered with sarcasm. "You claim to have made a series of poor choices, and now you're trying to shift the blame on others. Classic Bella, always the victim." "How dare you?" Bella slammed her palm over the table.

"You have no idea what I've endured, the pain and suffering I've experienced. You're not a mother. You've never been one, you barren hag. Then you sit there in your ivory tower, judging me, while you've never had to face true adversity."

I barked out a laugh and said, “You're such a confused fellow, Bella. And what did you say? Adversity? Is that what you call running off with some deadbeat and getting yourself knocked up? Wake up, Bella, that's not adversity, that's stupidity."

Bella recoiled as if struck, and it looked like she might lunge across the table and slap me.

"Well, let me tell you again, in case you forgot or since you're still stuck in

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"And I simply don't give a damn tak sweethear purred.

Bella pushed back from the table her chair scraping against the floor with a jamming screech and without another wore or look back, she turned and stalked out of the cafe.