I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark) novel Chapter 40

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“I think this is okay, Grace. You already look stunning. Even as you laid in that bed, unconscious, you still looked beautiful.” 

She groaned and rolled her eyes, “Oh please, don’t remind me of those days. It 

was crazy seeing my face like that, I was terrified that the scars would never 

fade.” 

I laughed as I moved closer to her as she adjusted her dress. I helped her put on her n*ecklace around her n*eck the emerald one I made for her. “Well they 

did.“. 

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She stopped, seeming frozen for the briefest seconds then she screamed and 

hugged me tightly. “You found it!” 

“I snatched it from that witch’s n*eck, she had it on.” 

“Maybe, you should have strangled her with it,” she suggested and we both. broke out in a git of laughter. 

“Oh no, please,” I said amidst laughter, “I don’t want to end up in jail like Richie. 

I’m sure her father would make sure I rot in jail.” 

“Mark wouldn’t allow it,” she wiggled her brows. 

I rolled my eyes, “Oh please, that one is in the past now.” Funny enough, since the day we both signed the divorce certificate, he hasn’t even crossed my mind. 

“But I’m sure Doris will,” Grace said as she turned back to the mirror, her face. 

glowed with so much happiness. 

Few days ago, after she got home, I had made an elaborate dinner for the both of us, making more of her favorites than mine. Then we spend the whole night chatting. I wanted her to get some rest but she insisted I filled her in about all she has missed and I gladly did. 

I told her about my divorce and the shares I acquired just because I was letting 

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+30 Vouchers a man I didn’t want go. What a bonus! Then I told her about Richie and the attack when I went to meet with the male clothing supplier and how Luigi had been my knight in shining armor that day. I filled her in on every tiny detail. 

“Wow!” Grace had explained, “I was not around for just a few days and this much had happened?” 

Then she heartily apologized for not being there for me all through. 

“Okey–dokey!” Grace smacked her l*ps, “We’re good to go!” 

With that, I picked up my bag and the car key. “I’m driving,” I announced as I made my way out of the door. 

“Of course, you are. I have no idea which–restaurant you booked.” 

Since Grace now felt better, I decided to make a reservation for us in a very fan- cy restaurant. Just to pamper ourselves and celebrate our rebirth. 

As I drove us to the restaurant, Grace bobbed her head to whatever music played on the radio as she took several selfie pictures and videos of us. 

We got to the restaurant and ate our fill. Then we made a toast. I raised my wineglass above my head, “To my best friend,” I held her gaze below the bottom of the wineglass, “The strongest partner, my pride, Grace,” she raised her glass too, her smile was watery and her eyes glinted with retrained tears. I smiled at her, “You always adjust yourself quickly and look forward to whatever the future 

holds.” 

We clink our glasses together. I sipped lightly from mine while Grace gently placed her glass on the table. Then she started to dramatically fan her face. with her hands, her eyes moist. 

She sniffed, “Gosh, Sydney, you’re so sweet,” she blinked away the oncoming tears and fixed her shimmering gaze on me. “Thank you, Sydney.” she said, “You always show up when I need you. Thank you for standing up for me, allow- ing me to cry, to show my weakness. Thank you for always letting me be me.” 

I smiled at her, “It has always been my pleasure.” 

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Then she got on her feet, walked around the table and pulled me in for a hug. We stayed like that for some seconds, grateful for the gift of our friendship. 

When she got back to her seat, we made another toast, “To celebrate our friend- ship and our rebirth.” 

“Look at these two clowns, putting on a pathetic play, but their acting is so bad, I think it’s a comedy.” 

Grace had been grinner, her eyes twinkling as she sipped from the wine when. the words drifted to us. I first saw her smile freeze on her face before I traced. her gaze to my back. 

There, behind me, stood the scumbag and b**ch also known as Joel and San- dra respectively. Sandra had a sneer on her face, her chin tipped up in a patroniz- ing angle. They both stood arrogantly like they owned the whole damned world. 

“I wonder how they were able to get a seat in here,” Sandra bit out bitterly. “What do you two have to celebrate?” She smirked, “You two losers, weren’t your going to sue us? You said that we should expect to hear from your lawyer? Now where’s your sorry excuse of a lawyer? Why did you withdraw the lawsuit?” 

Sandra laughed, gripping Joel’s forearm to steady herself. Joel joined her and they both laughed hysterically. 

Grace and I looked at eachother, Grace shook her head, her l*ps folded as she tried old back her laughter but she let it out and burst out laughing. I joined her, I couldn’t help it. Grace’s smiles and laughter had always been contagious, no matter what state you were in. 

“At first, I thought you guys were high on something, to be honest,” I sipped my wine after sobering up, my eyes fixed on them above the rim of my wine glass. “But on a closer look, you’re just being your usual foolish selves,” I bit out sharply. I eyed both of them up. They had stopped laughing and they were both glaring at us now. 

“How comfortable for a loser to call people losers. It makes you feel good to think you aren’t the only loser, doesn’t it?” Sandra’s eyes would have murdered 

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me if could kill. “Well, for your comprehension, Sandra, we aren’t 

eves losers, you are. You are the biggest loser I have ever seen in my entire life. I mean, only a loser would run home, at your age, crying for their parents to clean up their mess. Isn’t that right, Miss Sandra?” I arched my brows, “Come on, you 

should be thankful to your congressman father, he really did save your sorry 

ass.” 

I looked away from the boring view of Sandra gritting her teeth and clenching and unclenching her fists and shifted my gaze to Joel. “I’m right, aren’t I?” I lift- 

ed my brows, demanding a response, “Her father saved you guys ass…” I trailed 

off. “By the way, Joel, what’s so funny? Did you also take something too? Be- 

sides, I thought maybe you were dead because I was quite shocked as to why you hid behind your whore and let her cry to her daddy for him to clean the 

mess you both made.” I took another sip of my wine, crossed my legs then 

shrugged, “But I don’t blame you, I blame myself, what did I expect from a man who held up his girlfriend and let his whore do the clawing and beating- 

“I’m not a whore, b**ch!” Sandra’s teeth gnashed as she spluttered. 

I continued, acting as though I hadn’t heard her, “I blame myself because I half 

consciously expected too much from a pathetic coward.” I held Joel’s gaze that 

was brimming with rage, “Now coward, let me tell you a fact, we withdrew the 

lawsuit against Sandra, not you. So what are you smug about? Sandra has a con- gressman father, do you? Sandra cried to her father. Why don’t you go running to daddy too?” 

I could hear Grace’s short burst of laughter as she tried to hold them back. Joel’s glare shifted in me to Farce but they lingered on Grace and it would soft- en very slightly. I didn’t blame him, Grace looked very stunning, she always does and there wasn’t even a dent of the scratches they inflicted on her anymore. 

Joel wasn’t like Mark, he is nothing but a crude playboy. Unlike Mark who took GT group very seriously, Joel went around squandering his inheritance and stocks, selling and buying shares like it was no man’s business. He had no busi- ness or ambition of his own, only sweet talk and boasting. I was sure spending money on lawyers was the last thing he would want to do. 

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