Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

The hallway was bathed in silence, the only sound was the faint echo of our breaths as I waited to see. what Mark would do. I rolled my eyes, not surprised when he untangled himself from me. "She needs me," his said as he took a tentative step toward her. "Bella,

A stifled yawn threatened to escape my lips as I moved away from him, fed up of the utter boredom of the situation. So pathetic and blind. I watched as Bella sigh heavily and rested her head on his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, drawing her close, as if to shield her from me.

I casually swung my bag over my shoulder, the act added a confident swagger to my steps as I walked past her down the stairs. I could feel each of their eyes trailing me as I descended the stairs. Suddenly, as I reached halfway down the stairs, an idea lit up in my mind and my steps halted.

I stopped walking and with a sweet smile in place, I turned to Mark. "Oh Mark darling, I forgot to tell you." His brows drew down as he listened. "Remember the man from the bar? You know, the handsome hunk that interfered that night? The one who said he owned the bar. He's Italian. I know this because he gave me his card."

The clench of his fists and tightness in his jaw widened my smile and edged me on. "So in case you come home late tonight and I get bored of waiting. I'll go to the bar by myself. You will find me there." I shrugged, "That's if you bother to find me."

He instantly and roughly let go of Bella and in a few strides, he was before me, trapping me against the stairs' handrail. He grabbed my arm and his vice-like grip bit into the skin there. His voice thundered through the stairway, filled with rage at my insinuation, "You dare to even think about cheating on me, and I'll make sure you regret it, Sydney," he growled, his eyes blazing with... Is that jealousy I see?

I couldn't help the hearty laughter that bubbled up my throat. "Why not?" I smirked, my amused gaze met his raging one with defiance, "The Italian guy is quite to my taste, to be honest,' I taunted, my voice coated with mockeryNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

His fist clenched and unclenched at his sides, I could see the sinews of his forearm tense under the transparent material of his shirt as his grip on my arm tightened, his knuckles whitening with the force of his anger. "Sydney..." his voice carried a warning, a low guttural rumble...

I could see Bella, in my peripheral vision, her eyes were wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before. her, her gaze flickered between Mark and me as if she was trying to decipher if she was in a dream. Even I, amidst the tension filled air, couldn't help but feel quite amused and surprised at the sight of Mark's jealousy boiling over. Who would have believed that he could get this jealous? Yet, I thought with contempt, he cheats on me without a second thought.

He roughly pulled at my arm, his grip firm as we descended the stairs together. He was so enraged that he seemed to have forgotten all about her, not even sparing a glance or a goodbye.

It felt good, I thought as a rush of satisfaction washed over me. It felt good to possess this power to push him to such extremes and make him blind with anger. wondered in annoyance why I chose to live the past three years like some pathetic puppet.

As we reached the foot of the stairs, I couldn't resist the itch to turn back. Bella still stood there, gaping, her eyes widening with each step Mark took.

With a full-blown smirk spreading across my lips, I raised my middle finger triumphantly and mouthed, Bitch!" The thrill of my small victory coursed through me, a surge of adrenaline fueling my defiance. It was a fleeting moment of satisfaction as her brows drew down and face suddenly turned red in anger.