Zoe didn’t cry or weep. After all, she was the mother of two children now.

As she said, once she left, she was never coming back. She’d still look after Mason, but she’d keep a distance from him.

Her silver Rolls-Royce pulled out of his manor slowly.

Mason was sitting in the study. He watched quietly as her car drove off into the distance.

She left!

He was so harsh to her that she actually left! Truth be told, he knew just how cruel he had been to her last night.

He intended to light up a cigarette, but his hand was trembling so much that he couldn’t do it. In a fit of fury, he snapped it in half.

Then, he wheeled himself to the guest room.

The place was all cleaned up and tidied as if she had never been there.

Returning to the master bedroom, he realized she had changed the bedsheet. There was a lingering warm smell of ironed clothes in the fitting room. He used to love that smell. On top of that, his medicines were lined up neatly.

There was a thin necklace on top of a