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

that she was a materialistic woman and was only

persisting for all these years. No matter how hard she tried,

so arrogantly towards her only because Benjamin never paid attention

her eyes, and when she opened them again, she no longer had the urge to cry.

just wanted to show everyone that she could live

as she no longer wants to

when necessary. It felt satisfying, but it also meant cutting

that, Martina spoke again without being polite, “So, Mr. Walker,

no longer wanted to live the life where a single look from Benjamin could make her waver, and even blindly follow him like a moth

revolved her entire world around him, rejoiced and grieved for him, and ultimately

but at that time he could clearly sense that Martina

meant it. Otherwise, if he had come over, she

his finger, and his last bit of patience was about to

will you stop, Martina?,” he

making a fool of herself from beginning

been thinking while she was cleaning the floor: forget about him, she had to forget about him and never

you understand? I’m not trying to cause trouble with you. I don’t want to live

was tough, at least she could feel that she

argument the two of them had ever

showed no signs of conceding or backing down, which almost caused Benjamin’s long-standing bad temper to flare up. His gaze landed on Martina once again, and his

a businessman’s perspective and weighed every decision carefully, even when

a life of luxury, chose to abandon all her advantages and live in this small and shabby rental apartment, which was undoubtedly the most