Half an hour later, Zoe was back in the manor. She didn’t use an umbrella when she got out of the car. Instead, she let the rain fall on her and cleanse her mind as well as her heart.

Stepping inside with her shoes, a pool of rainwater collected on the white carpet. The servant didn’t dare to say anything. All she could do was make some tomato soup for her to fight the cold.

Zoe went upstairs and the first thing she saw was their ‘wedding photo.’ Mason wouldn’t take the picture with her back then. She was the one who shamelessly asked the studio to photoshop him into the picture and paid them eighty thousand dollars for the trouble.

There was a time when she’d look at this picture and look forward to the day when Mason would love her from the bottom of his heart.

However, there was nothing but irony when she looked at it now!

Stomping onto the bed, she tried to take it down. She was so agitated that she accidentally cut her hand on the photo’s steel frame. It was a frightening