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?

wondering what she had been persisting for all these years. No

arrogantly towards her only because Benjamin

when she opened them again, she no longer had the urge to cry. Instead, she was exceptionally resolute

difficult. However, Martina just wanted to show everyone that she could live without

gradually regaining her true self as she no

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

again without being polite, “So, Mr. Walker, please

the life where a single look from Benjamin could make

entire world around him, rejoiced and grieved for him, and ultimately lost

at that time he could clearly sense that

come over, she would

and his last bit

stop, Martina?,” he

making a fool of herself

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

to live

least she

was probably the biggest argument the two of them had ever

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

approached everything from a businessman’s perspective and weighed every decision carefully, even when it came to matters of

abandon all her advantages and live in this small and shabby rental apartment, which was undoubtedly the most

him was Martina, Benjamin ultimately did