Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 0218 

Bella’s POV 

Killing Isaac and moving away from where I grew up, away from everything and everyone I ever knew was supposed to be a game changer. 

I thought it would be a piece of cake. Well, I didn’t exactly expect it to be easy but I had thought that with the load of money and car I got from Sydney, it would be easier. 

At that time, I remember being the happiest for a while. And at some point, I thought, “Maybe Killing does make people happier.” 

Because I felt absolute peace and happiness when I saw Isaac drop down before that prison that day. I had prepared myself to rot in jail just to make sure that Isaac never gets to breathe and exist again. His existence was a constant pain for me. 

He ruined everything for me – my whole fucking life. If I hadn’t fallen in love with him, I’d have had a wonderful life with Mark as my husband, or a better person. It’d have been the life I wanted – glamorous and love filled. One my parents never had but then Isaac came along with his stupid sweet words – I can’t believe how I found them sweet then, they were very dumb lines and compliments – but I was naive sol let him get in my head. 

Fucker. I hope he’s burning in hell right now. I hope he’s going through an endless pain. 

When I shot Isaac, I knew I would get arrested and I was ready to serve jail time. The excuse of me being mentally unstable was only to reduce my term and their strictness. I hadn’t expected that my sister would bail me out. In that moment, a flood of emotions washed over me relief at avoiding prison, but also resentment towards Sydney for always having things work out for her so easily. 

At that moment when I heard that my release had been sorted and I would be transferred to an asylum, I knew Sydney was a good person, a lucky one. It was what used to annoy me about her. She seemed to have everything set, like she knew where she was headed. Whereas, Isaac was what made me – he took my naive young heart and crushed it, setting me on a dark path full of rage and violence. As I looked back, I realized just how much Isaac’s betrayal had warped me. 

And my parents? Oh my stars, I hate them. Maybe I should’ve killed them too. I never confronted them, but I knew they forced Sydney into the wedding with Mark. They always favored her, putting her needs first while brushing me aside. When I got arrested for murdering the man who deceived me, they hadn’t even bothered to visit. If they attempted to get me out, I had no idea. But their cold indifference at such a pivotal moment was the final straw – in my mind, they were already dead to me. 

I didn’t know what pushed me but when I decided that there was no way I’d stay in the asylum when I was perfectly fine upstairs, the only place I had in mind was Sydney’s. Maybe it was an unconscious desire for her help again, or maybe I wanted to get back at her somehow for her charmed life. Whatever it was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to go to my sister. 

After I left with the car and card that Sydney gave me, I drove aimlessly and slept in my car for weeks while hiding from cops. The fear of being caught and sent away was always present, haunting my every step. I took my baths in public toilets and ate lots of junk, adopting a skid row existence far removed from the opulent lifestyle I once enjoyed. But I didn’t care I felt numb, like a walking corpse. All I wanted was to disappear. 

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