The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

Alicia turned her back to him. You need something else.

Caden's voice was cold. Turn around and look at my face when you speak.

Reluctantly, Alicia turned toward him, wary of his unpredictable reactions.

Caden's gaze fell on her knee. .

With an unreadable expression, Alicia reassured him: It's nothing. Just a small bump.

He was showing concern. Caden snapped. Remove all your belongings except the painting, he ordered.

Alicia was momentarily speechless.

She realized how deep Caden's disdain for her was, much more than what he had imagined.

However, he was right.

He decided to eliminate everything, ending their ties once and for all.

Leaving the box aside, he began to carefully collect his things.

Although they were insignificant objects, he decided to get rid of them, knowing that Caden had used them. She began to fill a large garbage bag, object by object.

Caden watched her with increasing annoyance.

Enough, he muttered, closing his eyes for a moment.

I'm almost done, Alicia replied flatly.

Caden remained silent.

As he watched her, he noticed that she was knocking over a glass that he often used.

Why do you throw away my belongings, he asked, frowning.

I've used them. I wouldn't want you to feel defiled, Alice replied.

He remained stunned into silence.

Alice went to the kitchen and put the pots and pans in the bag.

These were my purchases, he reminded him, continuing with his task.

Caden stood, momentarily speechless.

Then he commented: We have shared a bed and we have kissed. I should throw myself in your garbage bag too.

Alicia responded nonchalantly: Whatever you want.

Caden clenched his jaw in frustration.

In a moment of tension , he took the calming candle that he had next to him.

But as soon as he lit it, Alicia quickly put out the flame and threw it in the trash.

Now somewhat calmer, Caden asked : You take everything, right.

Alicia He reconsidered, remembering the value of the candle. He took it out of the trash and put it in his bag.

It's too dirty for you. I'll keep it, she declared.

Caden scoffed disdainfully.

Who cared about the candle

After tidying up for over an hour, Alicia announced: Everything ready. Check it out if you want.

Caden didn't bother to check it out.

He knew Alicia well enough. Surely he had discarded even the slightest memory of their time together.

Have you completely emptied the bedroom, he asked, looking at her.

Alicia nodded her head.

Everything I've touched is gone, he confirmed.

Caden surveyed the room to make sure.

When he returned, he was holding several unopened condoms.

Alicia detoured the look.

They are yours. I've never worn them, he stated coldly.

Annoyed, Caden threw them into a nearby trash bag.

I've come to detest this brand. It reminds me too much of our disastrous time together.

Alicia remained silent, her anger almost pushed her to laughter.

Gloomy, she reflected to herself. If it really was so terrible, why the repeated encounters? Why continue when she was clearly tired? How could she lengthen our moments together, turning a brief session into a marathon.

She scoffed disdainfully.

< p>Honestly, you're not as impressive as you think. I once blamed you, but now I realize that it's your problems at stake.

Caden's lips twisted into a cold sneer.

Ah, yes Then How do you explain that you wet the sheets before he entered you, he challenged.

Although Alicia was used to his harsh words, this time they stung.

She refused to back down and replied: You say that our Your time together has been terrible, but your face always showed pure pleasure. Why

Men can fake pleasure too, Caden answered firmly.

Alicia smiled satisfied. Pretend Interesting choice of words. I was faking it all the time, and so were the supposed tests. It was all a ruse.

Caden remained silent, his fists clenched in frustration.

Seeing his reaction, Alicia knew it was time to leave.

< p>It's okay to admit that you're struggling, but you should seek help soon. I wish you the best, she said, gathering her belongings and the painting, determined to leave that toxic environment behind.

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