I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 11

Netizens wondered how Lyra, the official wife, could tolerate Maxwell and Aria being so openly affectionate.

At the dining table.

A maid carefully observed her expression, having obviously seen the news online.

Lyra, one of the parties involved, looked completely indifferent.

She placed her phone face-down on the table and casually picked up her silverware to continue eating.

Originally, she planned to wait for Maxwell to return and discuss the divorce.

Now, it seemed she could just leave.

Because Maxwell probably wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Even though her feelings had long grown cold, the netizens' words and his actions still felt like a suffocating wave of despair.

It was a lie to say it didn't hurt, but mostly she felt numb.

The exquisite meal before her tasted like cardboard, so Lyra simply put down her fork and strode upstairs.

Seeing her go up, the maids immediately began whispering.

"No wonder they say being a billionaire's wife is tough. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to stand it."

"Sigh, Mr. Sterling is too ruthless. They've been married for so many years; he should at least keep up appearances."

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Lyra's footsteps paused on the top stair.

Their words drifted into her ears with crystal clarity in the massive, quiet villa.

Forget it.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Back in the bedroom, she pulled out the suitcase she had packed earlier. Before leaving, she cast one last glance at the place she had lived in for years, feeling absolutely no lingering attachment.

The suitcase wasn't too heavy, and she reached the door effortlessly.

Just as she was about to open it, a maid hurried over.

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