Aria’s condition had visibly improved lately.[]
Finally free from her empty marriage, family constraints, and cruel insults, she now faced each day with genuine positivity, even taking up volleyball and pottery lessons.
“What cool thing did you make today?” Marcus returned from outside, slightly dusty from travel, holding a manila envelope.[]
“I learned how to glaze ceramics! Look how amazing these turned out!” Aria excitedly held up her pottery.[]
The windowsill displayed a neat row of ceramic flowers–blooming roses, budding peonies, pure white magnolias, and adorable succulents, all vibrant and impressively lifelike in the afternoon sunlight.]
Among these flowers sat two slightly crooked clay figurines.]
Cute cartoon versions of Marcus and Aria, pressed close together, smiling brightly.[]
“Super cute, honestly way better than anything I could make,” Marcus affectionately pinched her cheek.]
“Oh Aria, I’ve got amazing news–our visas are officially approved!” He pulled papers from the envelope, revealing big “APPROVED” stamps on crisp white sheets.]]
“That’s incredible!” She hugged him tightly, tears of pure joy welling in her eyes.[]
“When do we leave? Let’s book literally the earliest flight possible!” Her words tumbled out in unbridled excitement.[]
She couldn’t wait another moment. She just wanted to escape everything, flee this suffocating country, go somewhere completely new where no one knew them, start a fresh life far from the lingering shadows of their past.
“There’s actually a flight to London tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked it. Let’s start packing right now.” Marcus gently stroked her hair.
Just as they spread their luggage across the floor, someone knocked loudly at the door.
Aria sensed trouble immediately, her intuition screaming that it was Ryan.
Sure enough, a man’s desperate roar came from outside:]
“Aria! I know you’re in there! I seriously need to talk to you! If you don’t come out, swear I’ll stay here forever!”
Marcus’s expression darkened instantly. He moved silently toward the door, but Aria firmly grabbed his hand.[]
“Marcus, it’s okay. Let me handle this.” She was surprised by her own remarkable calmness. “We need proper closure on these matters, or we’ll never have real peace. He’ll always be looking for us.”
She wasn’t that weak, helpless person who only knew how to cry alone anymore.[]
She would bravely bid farewell to her past once and for all.[]
Seeing Aria open the door, Ryan fumbled excitedly, pulling out a faded, worn scarf from his coat.[]
“Aria, look what I found in the bedroom–the scarf you knitted when we first got married. I always thought it was beautiful. I’m going to wear it this fall.“[]
But she just smiled coldly: “Something from three years ago is seriously out of style. Besides, my family practically forced me to knit it to please you. It was never my choice.”
“I’ve transferred literally everything to your name. You’ll never be controlled by your parents again.“[]
Tears welled in Ryan’s bloodshot eyes as he frantically produced a stack of neatly bound documents–share transfer agreements, all voluntarily gifted to Aria.[]
“I don’t need any of this… Even without these papers, I can live completely freely now.“]
She looked at him with pity rather than anger. “Ryan, I don’t even hate you that much, because real hatred requires love as its foundation. From beginning to end, I honestly never cared about anything concerning you. How many women you brought home, what you did with them–I genuinely didn’t care. I just wanted to live my own life.“]
I hope you’ll stop bothering me now. Let’s leave these three awful years with at least some dignity.”
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As she finished speaking. Marcus emerged coolly from the shadows, his face completely impassive. He spoke casually, dropping an absolute bombshell:
“Forgot to mention–those share transfer agreements are totally void. That foreign company that’s been cutting off your lifeline? It’s mine. I just announced we’re completely done with Morgan Group, and you–you’re absolutely bankrupt.“[]
The mansion door slammed shut with finality.[]
Ryan stood there completely devastated, his heart plummeting to rock bottom.]
Cold tears ran unchecked down his hollow cheeks, wetting the gray scarf clutched in his trembling hands.[]
He suddenly felt freezing cold, as if abandoned by the entire world.[]
His last fragile shred of hope had vanished completely.[]
He truly had nothing left.]
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