In the three years they had been married, she had never spent a penny on him. She did not want to be a vine that grew around a tree. However, Blake was a domineering man. He probably wanted women to treat him as their heaven.
She sat on the soft bed, her hand gently stroking the snow-white bed. At this moment, her mind was completely blank. After three years of marriage, the memories that belonged to them were too few.
She smiled wryly as she shook her head. She placed the key on the tea table, picked up her suitcase, and prepared to leave.
From start to finish, Blake had never loved her, what meaning was there in forcing a man who didn't love him to stay by his side? So, let it end like this.
Before she had even stepped out of the villa, Blake had returned. His gaze was coldly fixated
