“That poor woman, stole mother’s diamond watch, get on your knees and leave this mansion right now!” I looked at my wife WHO I loved with all my heart, while my hand continued to ble:ed from the wound from the broken glass.

I answered.

“Amelia! What did you do?!” His voice was frantic, completely different from the man who had just thrown me out. “My cards are all blocked! There are officers here saying we have to leave the house—it’s being seized!”

In the background, I could hear Margaret shouting hysterically and Charlotte crying.

I felt… nothing.

“Ethan,” I said calmly, “I told you already. Everything is under my name.”

Silence.

“For three years, I lived like nothing,” I continued. “I cooked, cleaned, and stayed silent because I believed love was enough. But you were right about one thing—I do smell like the market. Because I was the one buying your groceries, making your meals, taking care of everything you never noticed.”

I paused, letting the words sink in.

“And you?” I added softly. “You smell like something fake. Because everything about you… was borrowed.”

“Amelia, please,” he said, his voice breaking. “We can fix this. I didn’t know who you really were.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” I replied. “You never cared to know.”

“Please—just talk to me—”

“No.”

I ended the call.

“Block his number,” I told my assistant. “And make sure the legal team proceeds with the embezzlement charges. No delays.”