Gareth Wickam finally came home after the dinner had gone cold.

Smack!

He tossed a divorce agreement before Elisa Benett.

“Your cousin is awake, and I have promised her that she would be the only Mrs. Wickam in her lifetime. Elisa, it’s time to sign the agreement. We are getting a divorce.”

Since Elisa’s cousin had regained consciousness one month ago, Elisa expected this to happen eventually.

Still, she looked up at him and asked bitterly, “You still don’t believe me?”

Gareth sneered and said, “You have always been a greedy and vain woman. Why should I believe you? Elisa, don’t make me repeat it again. Sign the agreement, and this villa is yours. This is my parting gift to you!”

Ha…

Elisa’s eyes flashed with mockery.

Does he think he is showing me mercy by not making me leave with nothing?

She picked up the divorce agreement he threw at her and saw that he had already signed at his signature block.

Elisa’s breath stuck in her throat. Her eyes felt a little warm from tears.

However, she soon regained her composure and looked at him. “Did Grandma agree?

you forever?” Gareth looked at her coldly. “You know why we got married in the first place. Elisa, don’t be greedy. You will

more hatred. Is there

suddenly

pen. “Fine, I’ll

of her being intimate with Gareth. They clearly desire each other. What is the point of me clinging to this

the term about Gareth gifting her a villa and quickly signed her name. There was no hint of

came to an

the divorce agreement to Gareth and said indifferently, “Give me an hour. I will

lips and glared at her. “This villa is yours. You

it. You lived here, so…” Elisa chuckled before enunciating each

“Elisa!”

as her usual docile self before pushing him

came downstairs and found that Gareth had already left. She suddenly looked

was the present she had prepared for his

Splat!

but Elisa threw it into the

she breathed in and accepted that her

on, I will only

taxi, telling

this villa a few years ago. Since she was living with

to see her and quickly lined

put down her luggage and slumped on the couch. She rubbed her temple and corrected them. “From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Wickam. I’m only Ms.

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