Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 19: Let’s Break Up
Feeling herself falling into familiar and warm arms, Martina didn’t feel happy, but instead felt increasingly bitter inside.

She stood firm and lifted her head to meet Benjamin’s deep and bottomless eyes once again.

Benjamin’s eyes only had Martina in them, giving her an unprecedented feeling of deep affection.

Martina quickly turned her head away, reminding herself, “Martina, you can’t turn back now. Once you do, it’s a point of no return. If you turn back this time, no one will ever look up to you again.”

With these thoughts in mind, she extricated herself from Benjamin’s embrace.

“Benjamin, everything is already clear. That place is your home, not mine. I have no reason to go back,” Martina said.

She thought she had made it very clear, and given Benjamin’s extremely proud personality, he would not allow such provocation.

It was all over.

However, Benjamin just looked at her incredulously as she was pushed him away. Perhaps he didn’t even hear what Martina had just said.

Martina bit her lip, forcing down the pain in her heart as she said, “Please leave here, it’s not suitable for you.”

This time, Benjamin finally heard her clearly. He looked around the apartment, a place like a snail’s shell, what was there to be attached to?

His nice lips opened lightly, “A house where you can reach the end in two steps, without a dedicated closet, without monthly custom-made new clothes, without jewelry. Even the most basic living expenses cannot be maintained. Are you sure you want to live this kind of life? Are you sure you can handle it?”

Did Benjamin also think that she was a materialistic woman and was only with him for his money?

ridiculous, wondering what she had been persisting for all these years. No matter how hard she tried,

her only because Benjamin never

them again, she no longer had the urge to cry. Instead, she

but going from luxury to frugality was difficult. However, Martina just wanted to show everyone that she could live without him and still lifted her head

her true self as she no longer wants to tolerate her current

was willing to argue when necessary. It felt satisfying, but it also meant

without being polite, “So, Mr. Walker, please leave my

Benjamin could make her waver, and even blindly follow him like a

who deeply loved him, revolved her entire world around him, rejoiced and grieved for him, and ultimately lost herself for

expression was still calm and collected, but at that time he could

had come over, she would

his finger, and his last bit

will you stop,

making a

she looked at the newly polished ground, she could almost see her reflection. Martina remembered what she had been thinking while she was cleaning the floor: forget

not trying to cause trouble with you. I don’t want to live in a situation where I can’t depend on you anymore. I am

if life was tough, at least she

argument the

or backing down, which almost caused Benjamin’s long-standing bad temper to flare up.

perspective and weighed every decision

her advantages and live in this small and shabby rental apartment, which was

was Martina, Benjamin ultimately did not lose his temper, Instead, he repeatedly endured and spoke with a