Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

SOPHIA'S POV

"Of them. Together. Naked. Fucking."

Every word felt like glass in my throat as I said it.

"Adam's been cheating on me with her. This whole time."

Olivia's face cycled through shock, anger, and finally settled on something in between sympathy and rage.

"That bastard! And Mia, how could she?" Olivia hissed.

I shrugged my tired shoulders, "Apparently, she never got over him. Said I stole him from her."

"But it was an arranged marriage! You didn't have a choice." Olivia protested.

"Try telling her that. She doesn't care. She just wanted to hurt me," I muttered

Olivia stood up, coming around the desk to pull me into a hug.

I stiffened for a moment before melting into her embrace as tears started threatening to fall. This time, I couldn't hold them back. The dam broke, and I found myself sobbing into Olivia's shoulder, my body shaking with the force of my grief and anger.

"Shh, it's okay," Olivia murmured, rubbing soothing circles on my back. Let it out. I've got you."

choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall apart like this."

"Don't you dare apologize. You have every right to be upset. God, if you weren't crying, I'd be worried about you," Olivia said fiercely.

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We stood like that for a bit longer, until my sobs subsided and were replaced by hiccuping breaths.

Then I burst into another round of tears.

"Oh no. If you keep this up, I'm going to start crying too," she squeaked around me.

That startled a watery laugh out of me. I pulled back, wiping at / eyes.

"We can't have that. One of us needs to keep it together."

Olivia handed me a box of tissues from her desk.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Here."

I took them gratefully, dabbing at my eyes and nose. "I must look a fright."

"You look like someone who's just had her heart stomped on," Olivia said bluntly. "Which is exactly what happened. No one would blame you for being a mess right now."

I straightened my shoulders, "Well, I'm done being a mess. I'm not going to waste any more tears on that asshole."

"That's my girl. So, what's the next step? You can't just let them get away with this."

I sighed. "Of course not. I...I can't even imagine trying to salvage this marriage now."

"Good," Olivia nodded emphatically, then added,

"Because if you'd said you were going to try and work it out, I might have had to shake some sense into you."

I smiled wryly. "No need for that. I'm definitely filing for divorce. I just

need to figure out how to do it. There's so much to consider...the

prenup, the business connections, the social fallout..."

"Hey," Olivia cut me off gently. "You don't have to figure it all out right this second. One step at a time, okay?"

"You're right. But I feel so angry and hurt I want to do something about it right now."

She replied, "I get it, tell you what, why don't we g

ut tonight? Get dressed up, hit a few bars, maybe dance a little? It might help take your mind off things for a bit.”

The idea was tempting, but I shook my head.

"Thanks but I don't think I'm up for that just yet. I just really needed someone to talk to. And now that I have, I'm feeling a bit better."

Olivia squeezed my hand. "Okay, but the offer stands. Anytime you want to go out and forget about all this drama for a while, just say the word. We'll paint the town red."

I managed a weak smile. "I might take you up on that soon. Just...not tonight."

"Fair enough," Olivia nodded. "But promise me you'll call me anytime. Day or night. If you're feeling down, or angry, or if you just need to vent I'm here. I'll be at your beck and call, got it?" "Oh, Olivia, you make me feel so much better. I don't know what I'd do without you.l

I pulled her into another hug, this one less desperate and more grateful. Olivia squeezed me tight, then pulled back to stare to my eyes.

"Fuck Adam. Seriously, fuck that cheating, lying bastard. I hope his dick falls off. No...I hope it shrivels up first, turns green, and then-falls off while he's in an important business meeting," she spat

I couldn't help but laugh at the vivid imagery.

"Wow, tell me how you really feel, Olivia."

"I'm just getting started actually. I hope he gets a permanent case of erectile dysfunction. I hope every woman he tries to sleep with from now on laughs at his tiny, useless excuse for a penis. I hope he steps on Legos every day for the rest of his miserable life!"

"I would love to see all of that," I said, grinning despite myself. Especially the Lego part. Can you imagine his fancy Italian leather shoes offering no protection against those little plastic demons?"

Olivia's eyes lit up. "Ooh, we could break into your house and cover the floors with Legos. And maybe some thumb tacks for good measure.l

"As tempting as that sounds, I don't fancy going to jail over that asshole," I chuckled

"Ugh, right," Olivia sighed dramatically. "But a girl can dream, can't she?"

We spent the next few minutes coming up with ridiculous (and thankfully, less illegal) ways to get back at Adam. By the end, we were both laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes, happy ones this time. "Thanks girl," I said, wiping my eyes. "I really needed a good laugh."

"Anytime, babe," she replied with a wink. "

"Now, are you sure you don't want to go out tonight? We could always just grab a quiet dinner instead of hitting the clubs."

I shook my head. "I think I just want to go home."

"Got it. And remember to call me if you need anything. Even if it's just to

curse Adam's name at 3 AM."

With one final hug, I left Olivia's boutique, feeling lighter than I had when I arrived. The hurt and burden of Adam's betrayal was still there, but it felt more manageable now. I was nearing my car when my phone

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buzzed in my purse.

I fished it out, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Adam's name on the screen. At first, I thought to ignore it, but curiosity getting the better of me made me not to, and I opened the text.

'Hey, I'm on my way back to town. Would love to have a nice dinner with you tonight. I'll book us a table at that new place you've been wanting to try. Be ready by 7.'