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.

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

the kitchen to get that dirty recyclable bag

sir, but she refused to listen. She even threw the clothes all over

using that recyclable bag to garner pity. If people were to hear

motionlessly as she listened to Maya and Kaleb frame her. She fixed her gaze on Timothy, wanting to know what he

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

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

she said, anyway. There

do you want?” In Timothy’s eyes, Mia was nothing but a woman who’d married him for his

that spends all your money. Look at those other trophy wives—they either go shopping or

marrying you, the kitchen is where I’ve spent most of my time, and the furthest I’ve gone is the market. I’ve spent three years

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

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