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.

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

packed her things to leave but went to the kitchen to get that dirty recyclable bag to put

to use that bag, sir, but she refused

garner pity. If people were to hear about this, they’d think the

stood there motionlessly as she listened to Maya and

gave her a sharp look and asked coldly, “Don’t you have

mockery flashed in her eyes.

she said, anyway. There was

to be content with what you’ve got, Mia? What else do you want?” In Timothy’s eyes, Mia was

She said bluntly, “All I want is to be a trophy wife that spends all your money. Look at those other trophy wives—they either go shopping or have high tea and spa

most of my time, and the furthest I’ve gone is the market. I’ve spent three years as your wife, yet getting

signed the divorce papers, I don’t wanna be your slave anymore. What’s so wrong about

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