Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 0112 

SYDNEY’S POV 

The address that Mark sent me indicated that he was at Luigi’s bar. My gaze fell on his cat by the side of the road as I drove to the parking lot and parked. my car 

I made my way into the bar. As I looked around, searching for where Mark might have taken a seat, my eyes fell on Luigi. He was already looking at me. As our eyes met, he pointed his index finger and middle finger to his eyes and faced it in my direction. “I am watching you,” he mouthed. 

I rolled my eyes and pressed one of my fingers to my eyes. “I will gouge out your eyeballs,” I mouthed back. Then I turned and walked to Mark’s private room. Since he was not on the down floor then he was definitely in one of the 

VIP rooms. 

“Sydney…” Mark’s eyes instantly fell on me and he slurred. “You’re here, come come, take a seat,” he patted on the space beside him. 

I paused at the door and eyed the empty bottles on the table. I shook my head. at his form, he was gulping another cup of whiskey. How many had he taken? Anyway, figuring out how many bottles of whiskey he had taken was not my business. 

I closed the door behind me and stepped further into the room. “Where’s the promised hundred thousand dollars?” 

He chuckled lightly, then he reached for a bag by his side and pulled out his checkbook. I watched as he unsteadily held the pen he pulled out with the checkbook and swiftly signed his name. With a smirk, he handed it to me, “Fill in any amount you like.” 

With a smirk on my face too, I took the checkbook and pen from him and took a seat on the seat where he had patted. 

I had the opportunity to be greedy and either add a zero to the amount or change the first number to any other number of my choice but I didn’t. A hundred thousand dollars was a lot. I filled in the exact amount he promised then I showed it to him so that he could see that I didn’t add any extra figure. 

He nodded, “Whenever you’re free, you can stop by the bank and cash it out.” After securely tucking the checkbook in thy bag, I got down to business, asking. “So why am I here? What did you want to talk to me about?” 

He regarded me for a while then he went straight to why he invited me here. “Do you know everything about Belle and some Isaac quy?” 

I raised my brows. “You’ve found out.” 

He ignored my response, “Including that the child in Bella’s womb wasn’t mine. Did you know all of these?” 

I took a deep breath and nodded, “I know 

Then he asked, his brows creased in confusion, “Why didn’t you tell me? We were together for three whole years and you never even bothered to hint that she left me for another guy.” 

I countered, my brows raised, “Why should I have told you? It wasn’t my story to tell, Mark.” 

He sat up more upright, “If you had told me, we would not have ended up divorced. Our marriage would still exist, we would have made it work…” 

I shook her head and raised my palm, “Nuh uh, no matter what whether I had told you or not,” I met his gaze, “our union, since I walked up to you at the altar and you saw that I was not Bella, was meant to be doomed.” 

He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it. 

“Besides, let’s face it, Mark, you wouldn’t have believed me. To you, in your heart, I was just a thief and I had stolen your love. You would have readily believed that any word from me was a lie, an attempt by your pathetic wife to grab your attention, right? If Bella told you anything now, wouldn’t you also disbelieve every word she says?” I shrugged, “That’s just how it is.” 

He looked at me, silent for a while, as his eyes searched. He reclined in his seat and his fingers ran through his hair. You’re right, I indeed wouldn’t have believed you.” 

Then he leaned forward and his hands reached out to caress my face, “I wish I 

had realized how smart you were sooner than now then I would have fallen in love with you. But I was blinded by rage, that I had been deceived into marrying you, hurt that Bella didn’t trust me enough to tell me that she was sick and quilt, that I didn’t see the signs of her sickness when I should have. 

I raised my brows as he moved closer, wondering what he was up. Then his face got closer and he attempted to kiss me. 

That was the height of it. I placed my palm on his face and pushed it back. “It is enough that you touch my face. My services do not include kissing or sex, watch out or I’ll bash your head in,” I earned sternly. 

He laughed, seeming humored but he backed off, “Alright, ma’am. I’ll play by your rules.” 

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open. We both turned to the door to see Lucas walk in. 

His eyes were set on Mark as he moved to my side. He stood beside me and possessively placed his hand on my shoulders. Now I was stuck between Mark and Lucas. 

“What are you two talking about?” His eyes shifted to me then back to Mark,” With the door closed.” 

I brought out the check from my bag and waved it in his face. “Nothing much, he paid a hundred dollars just to see me,” I said and flipped my hair back. “It costs that much to see me. 

Lucas chuckled, “Aren’t you worried I’ll get jealous?” 

I replied with a grin, “Sorry, the money was just too easy to earn so I pushed all of my worries and thoughts out the window. I could not resist it.” 

Lucas just squinted his eyes at me.