Timothy saw the things that were strewn over the ground. They were all regular clothing. Mia hadn’t taken a single branded item with her.

Hadn’t she married him because she wanted those things? He couldn’t believe she hadn’t taken any of it.

Timothy’s gaze landed on the dirty recyclable bag, and he frowned. “Are you playing hard to get again? Whose pity are you trying to win again? It’s not like Grandma’s here!”

He hadn’t let her down in any way throughout their three-year marriage, aside from not having feelings for her. He’d never been stingy with her.

Even with the divorce, he was going to compensate her a huge sum. It was more than enough for her to live a comfortable life.

Did she really want to leave, or was she just putting on an act?

Mia held her phone tightly, still processing the news of her family having found her. In the past, she’d dreamed of her family finding her one day so she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

distracted by these thoughts, but in Timothy’s eyes, this was a

the kitchen to get that dirty recyclable bag to put her stuff in. She refused to

that bag, sir, but she refused to listen. She

a branded suitcase, yet she’s using that recyclable bag to garner pity. If people were to hear about this, they’d

poignant silence filled the air. Mia stood there motionlessly as she listened to Maya and Kaleb frame her. She fixed her gaze on

asked coldly, “Don’t

A trace of mockery flashed in her eyes. “They’ve already said everything

regardless of what she said, anyway. There was no point

got, Mia? What else do you want?” In Timothy’s eyes, Mia was nothing but

spends all your money. Look at those other trophy wives—they either

spent three years as your wife, yet getting kicked to the curb is all I’ve

divorce papers, I don’t wanna be your

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