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 20

Chapter 20: It’s really over

Benjamin seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words he could ever hear in his life. It was more incredulous than seeing his painstakingly built company suddenly facing bankruptcy.

Martina continued, “I don’t want to like you anymore. It’s too exhausting to like you, and I can’t take it anymore.”

In the past few years, she had never thought of giving up, but now she really couldn’t bear it anymore. It wasn’t just because of a few people’s dissatisfaction or hostility towards. her, but because she couldn’t see any hope. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life in confusion.

If she could, she really wanted to make a name for herself and have her own career and life, just like now.

She didn’t want to constantly worry about what Benjamin was doing when he didn’t answer her phone. She wanted to focus on her own work without worrying about when he would come back. red.

Benjamin’s patience was on the verge of collapse, and the corners of his eyes turned “I know that you haven’t been feeling well recently because I have been busy abroad,” he said.

“I will try to make time for you and spend time with you alone every week. You can tell me anything you are unhappy about.

“You can make a list of the gifts you want, and I will make sure you are completely satisfied.

“It was wrong of the butler to treat you with disrespect, and I promise it won’t happen again.

“If you really don’t like living with my mom, I can make separate arrangements for you Before Benjamin could finish his sentence, Martina interrupted him, “It’s not because of these things. Even if there was no butler, no Elizabeth, we would still end up like this. Just because of certain people or things that made our pace hasten, we are not suitable for each other, why torture each other?”

was true that they were not suitable, and Martina could only keep

thing you gave me before. Whether you gave them to someone else or sold them, it has n to do with me anymore. Just like I said, let’s leave

that if she continued to look at him,

had told herself over and over again not to be soft-hearted, every time this man appeared in front of her,

the man she had deeply loved for six years, her beloved, how could she really be

longer pretend that he had heard nothing. His patience was at its limit. He was not a person with

what you’re

or death, we have nothing to do with each other. I don’t

couldn’t see her expression. Naturally, he couldn’t see Martina secretly covering her mouth and sobbing, even biting her lips again and

hated him, so much so that she didn’t want to take

cold as ice, “Let me ask you

to give someone repeated chances. Now that he could ask Martina twice in a row, he could tell how different she was in

if afraid he wouldn’t believe her. Turning around, she looked directly into Benjamin’s eyes and said, “Thank you for taking

“we don’t owe

to solve the problem and take Martina home. But

room seemed

the two of them became once

with an undeniable anger, as if he wanted to swallow Martina whole Benjamin

but hold Benjamin’s hand and say, “Let’s stop

his lips, “Since this is your decision, then as you wish.” In that moment, he seemed to become the same person

Benjamin didn’t hesitate any longer, turned around and