Chapter 3
Damian hadn’t been home for two days
om of our mansion, taking down our wedding photos one by one. Each frame made a dull “that” as it fell into the
1 stood in the spacious living room of our garbage bin.
My phone vibrated, the screen lighting spl
“Ava. I’m sending someone to pick up something, Please give it in them.“||
In the dressing room, the million dollar jewelry set lay quietly in the drawer. I remembered Damian saying when he bought it. “This is for the most important person.”
I stared at the jewelry for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
Expressionless, I took out the jewelry and handed it to the driver, then pulled our divorce papers and said calmly,
