Chapter 6

Jason gave Mia a gift-wrapped birthday present and tentatively asked her,

"Aren't you afraid your husband will be angry that you're out celebrating your birthday with someone else?"

"It's a happy day, don't mention him. I still don't know where he's messing around."

"He's not even here for your birthday? Huh, he must have someone else outside," Jason asked with ill intent.

Mia paused for a moment, then smiled casually,

"Who would be with him? He's an orphan with no background and no connections. Only I took pity on him and stayed with him for five years. He even has the audacity to argue with me at home. I don't know where he gets the confidence."

Mia was still the same, easily falling for others' provocations.

When Mia got home and opened the gift, it was a ceramic doll with her name engraved on the bottom.

Mia was clearly disappointed with this cheap gift.

Now that I think about it carefully, Mia was actually a bit vain. Exquisite makeup and hair, proper clothing, and fixed twice-monthly beauty salon treatments.

In the past, I always paid when we went shopping, and I always topped up her cards when they were empty. Several thousand dollars spent each month, and Mia never asked for details.

They say loving someone is like tending a flower. I nurtured her into a blooming rose, but the flower was picked by someone else, leaving me with nothing but thorns.

Perhaps remembering something, Mia tried to call me again, but the phone was turned off. Mia angrily threw the phone away,

"Lucas Wilson, if you have the guts, never come looking for me again."

She still didn't believe I was dead. She thought I was still angry and refusing to talk to her.

But now, no matter how capable I am, I can never look for her again.