Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Let’s Break Up

Feeling herself falling into familiar and warm arms, Martina didn’t feel happy, but instead felt increasingly bitter inside.

She stood firm and lifted her head to meet Benjamin’s deep and bottomless eyes once again.

Benjamin’s eyes only had Martina in them, giving her an unprecedented feeling of deep affection.

Martina quickly turned her head away, reminding herself, “Martina, you can’t turn back now. Once you do, it’s a point of no return. If you turn back this time, no one will ever look up to you again.”

With these thoughts in mind, she extricated herself from Benjamin’s embrace.

“Benjamin, everything is already clear. That place is your home, not mine. I have no reason to go back,” Martina said.

She thought she had made it very clear, and given Benjamin’s extremely proud personality, he would not allow such provocation.

It was all over.

However, Benjamin just looked at her incredulously as she was pushed him away. Perhaps he didn’t even hear what Martina had just said.

Martina bit her lip, forcing down the pain in her heart as she said, “Please leave here, it’s not suitable for you.”

This time, Benjamin finally heard her clearly. He looked around the apartment, a place like a snail’s shell, what was there to be attached to?

you can reach the end in two steps, without a dedicated closet, without monthly custom-made new clothes, without jewelry. Even the most basic living expenses cannot be maintained. Are you sure you want to live this kind of life? Are you sure you can handle

Benjamin also think that she was a materialistic woman and was only with

suddenly felt very ridiculous, wondering what she had been persisting for all these years.

act so arrogantly towards her only because Benjamin never paid attention to

the urge to cry. Instead, she was exceptionally resolute

from frugality to luxury was easy, but going from luxury to frugality was difficult. However, Martina just wanted to show everyone that she

she

she was willing to argue when necessary. It felt satisfying, but it also meant cutting

without being polite, “So, Mr.

Benjamin could make her waver, and even blindly follow him like

person who deeply loved him, revolved her entire world around him, rejoiced and grieved for him, and ultimately lost herself

expression was still calm and collected, but at that time he

it. Otherwise, if he had come over, she would have definitely followed him

his finger, and his last bit

stop,

Benjamin’s eyes, she was just making a fool

reflection. Martina remembered what she had been thinking while she was cleaning the floor: forget about him, she had to forget about him

with you. I don’t want to live in a situation where I can’t depend on you anymore. I am a living

least she could feel that

the two of them had ever

of conceding or backing down, which almost caused Benjamin’s long-standing bad temper to flare up. His gaze landed on Martina once again,

decision carefully, even when it

her advantages and live in this small and shabby rental apartment, which