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?

looked at her coldly. “You know why we got married in the

even more hatred.

suddenly

pen. “Fine, I’ll

numerous photos of her being intimate with Gareth. They clearly desire each other. What is the

out the term about Gareth gifting her a villa and quickly signed

three years came to an

said indifferently, “Give me an hour. I will

“This villa is yours. You don’t have to move

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

“Elisa!”

anger and appeared as her usual docile self

came downstairs and found that Gareth had already left. She suddenly looked at the men’s Rolex

was the present she had prepared for his coming birthday. Now, it was

Splat!

one million, but Elisa threw it into the trash can

in and accepted that her three years of love had been

now on, I will

hailed a taxi, telling the driver to send her

a few years ago. Since she was living with the Wickam family, she had

servants were shocked to see her and quickly lined up immediately to say in unison, “Welcome,

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

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