Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 0022

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My words had barely left my mouth when Bella’s trembling voice revated in the space. “Mark!‘ Her voice quivered with raw emotion and her eyes glinted with unshed tears as she gazed at him, “Stay,” she whispered. “My friends are all waiting for you. If you leave, they’ll mock me endlessly.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her dramatics.

It was her fault if her friends mocked her. Ever since she returned from her elopement, she had made me look like the villain before her friends and anyone who cared to listen. She would always tell them that she and Mark were the real deal and I, who had always envied her, had taken the opportunity to force myself on Mark when she went abroad for her medical treatment. The bitterness of her accusations still lingered till this day. I had felt betrayed when I had heard it. When I had thought I was saving her name, painting me bad was all I got in return.

I rolled my eyes some more when I saw Mark’s expression softened. Even in my grasp, I felt him lightly leaned forward. Before he could utter a word, my hold on his arm tightened. I was surprised at the possessiveness in my grip.

“Sorry, love. No can do,” I cooed, my voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. “But my husband.” I placed my other hand on his chest, “is very busy. He has to take me home and unlike some people, he has commitments and responsibilities so he has tons of work to get to.”

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Anger flared in her eyes, her eyes shooting daggers at my palm on his chest. “You two–faced bitch!” She scowled and her face reddened. I flinched back and raised my brows at the hatred in her eyes, “Didn’t just announce that you were going to divorce him? Now you’ve changed your mind, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline.”

I rolled my eyes, “Look, couples have issues like this more often….” I trailed off and flicked my wrist in the air; “you’re not married, so you won’t understand. This is just a little fun between my husband and I. Haven’t you noticed that our relationship has improved since we left the courtyard? We’re good now.” I turned to Mark, fluttering my lashes, “Isn’t that right, darling?”

Ignoring my presence with a deliberate disregard that almost stung, she turned her attention solely to Mark, her words were accompanied by desperation and forced vulnerability. She placed a trembling hand over her chest, “My chest feels tight, Mark.”

I marveled as I watched her display. She could as well be an actress. It was less wonder Mark was deeply fooled by their lies.