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Since our bitter confrontation, Benjamin had been absent for nearly half a month.”
Yet today, Mia, against all odds, asked to meet me.
We met in a coffee shop.
Gone was the downtrodden, impoverished Mia. Today, she was draped in designer clothes, exuding the aura of a wealthy lady.
Needless to say, they were all given by Benjamin.
“Mrs. Davis… since you no longer love Benjamin, why not just give him to me?“}
I calmly took a sip of coffee and frowned. I was still not used to it being so bitter.
“Besides, Benjamin told me that he had lost all feelings for you long ago. Only when he’s with me does he find happiness.
“So, Mrs. Davis, why hold on?”
It must have been Benjamin’s support and affection that had transformed the timid, shy Mia into the radiant and confident woman before
- me.
But everything she now had was originally mine, meant for me alone.§
Seeing that I didn’t say a word, Mia grew impatient and continued, “Mrs. Davis, what’s the point of holding onto someone who doesn’t love you anymore?”
“None at all,” I replied calmly.
“Then why didn’t you ask Benjamin to divorce me, rather than come to persuade me?“}
“I…” Mia was speechless.
Mia didn’t dare.§
Because she also knew that Benjamin would not divorce me.§
Even though he had been unfaithful, he still adhered to some principles.
He knew where to draw the line.§
No matter how much turmoil I caused, he wouldn’t agree to a divorce.
And Mia certainly would not be content to be a mere mistress, and worked hard to get a position.”
Having tasted the high life, she could never go back to being the unnoticed, plain girl she once was.
That’s why she sought me out.
“Why should I help you?” I asked.[
This time, it was Mia who fell silent. Her eyes darted away, and she stammered, unable to respond. Losing patience, I picked up my purse and stood to leave.
“I am pregnant!” she blurted out.”
“I found out just recently.
The baby… needs a father…D
“Mrs. Davis… please… help me…}
“Just like you did in the beginning… you asked me to stay…“}]
Mia cried and begged me. She held my wrist, confessed her mistakes, hoping that I could help her.
I pulled my hand away without mercy and looked at her coldly, “It wasn’t me who kept you here. It was Benjamin.”
“It has nothing to do with me.“}
