Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"Mark," Bella whispered, her voice quivered so much that she gripped the attention of Mark and I. "Tell me! She screamed, the veins on her neck bulged and her eyes glinted with tears. "Are you in love with her?!"

A resounding silence followed her scream. I turned to Mark who still locked eyes with Bella.

Suddenly, he threw my arms away. It was almost as if something in him had been provoked by Bella's question.

"What? What nonsense?" He now seemed fully awake as he took staggering steps back. "How could you say that?" He scoffed, "In love? Pfft! Stop talking nonsense." Then he added in a condescending tone, How can I be in love with her?"

"Then why won't you divorce her?!" Bella's eyes still brimmed with tears and her voice still held that accusatory edge as it quivered.

"That shouldn't be any of your concern, Bel. It's none of your business."

She took in a sharp breath, "It's none of my business? She whispered, pointing to her chest.

"Yes, it isn't," he answered indifferently. Then he roughly gripped her arm and steered hertiward the door.

She slapped his hand, "Mark, what are you doing? Let me go."

"I'm making you go home. All the melodrama here is bad for your health."

"I'm not complai" she broke off as she opened the door and pushed her out and followed. "Mark, stop. I don't want to leave."

I followed them to the living room and continued to astonishingly watch the scene unfold.

"Mark, I don't want to leave," a tear was sliding down Bella's face now but her face was still set in a hard glare as she pulled Mark's fingers.

"You should leave now, Bell." Mark's voice was soft, a complete contrast to his grip and current action." I'll be in touch."

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He pushed her out the main door, cutting off whatever she had to say again. "Go home, Bel." Then he closed the door with so much force that the sound reverberated in the whole room.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his thumb moved rapidly on the screen then he placed the phone on his ear. "Hello..." he trailed, then he nodded, "You hear her too. Good. Please, safely convey her to her house." Then he gave the driver the direction to Bella's apartment should she refuse to give it.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded and a scream followed, "I won't give up loving you, Mark!" Another bang She must be throwing herself against the door. "You can throw me out all you want but I will never give up

on us

She continued to spit nonsense about how she was going to fight for their love and all.

I wondered what had come over Mark as I yawned, already bored of the scene. It was more fun to watch when Mark was raising his voice at her.

Mark!"

I turned to leave for my room only to get pulled back like the first time again. "Godammit! Let go,

He had held me with the hand he held his phone so it was pretty easy to untangle his fingers. His phone fell and he bent down to pick it.

I immediately got on my heels, ran up the stairs and straight to my room. "Sydney, stop there!"

Over my dead body! I let out a relieved sigh as I slammed my back against the door after turning the lock. He banged on my room's door just like his lover had done on the main door just seconds ago. "Open up!" I ignored him and double checked the locks. Unless he breaks down the door, there is no way he'd get in. "Keep ignoring me." He roared, "But you should know that you need to earn the break up fe on your own. You can't ask anyone for it."

I rolled my eyes. It wasn't like I had anyone to ask anyway.

"You hear me? Not even your parents or Bella."

I scoffed. Like my parents will give me money to divorce their golden son-in-law. Linda, though, I bit my lips, pondering. She looked like she would do anything just to have Mark to herself. "Do you hear me?!"

I scrunch my face, moving away from the door. His shouts were getting louder and it was irritating my cars. I better get away from it or make him shut up

"Do you hear me, Sydney?!" He enunciated, his tone sounded threatening.

I better answer before the asshole angrily decides to raise the break up fe again. I thought and pressed my forehead to the door.

"Yes, Mark," I rolled my eyes, "I've heard you. You can leave now. I need to rest."

There was a pin drop silence then the sound of his footsteps receding reached my ears.

I sighed in relief as I threw myself on the bed. "Dammit! Mark is getting difficult to deal with and I'm sure he'd get more difficult with each passing day," I thought aloud, "I need to raise his million dollars as soon as possible, I don't even want to imagine staying longer in this marriage."