I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 9

In the master suite.

Lyra closed the door on the deafening silence of the sprawling room.

A crisp breeze fluttered the curtains, carrying a refreshing chill.

She lowered her eyes, a cynical laugh escaping her chest.

Moving in total silence, she methodically packed her luggage.

It was deeply sobering to realize that after years in this mansion, her entire life fit neatly into a single suitcase.

She wanted absolutely nothing from him. All those fake gifts, along with the man himself, were officially garbage from her past.

Meanwhile.

At the luxury shopping plaza.

Maxwell sat rigidly on the plush boutique sofa, glaring at his blackened phone screen with barely suppressed rage.

The fitting room door swung open, and Aria stepped out, modeled perfectly in the season's most exclusive designer dress.

The saleswoman instantly showered her with sickening praise. "You always look so radiant, Miss Moon! But this piece makes your stunning curves look absolutely breathtaking."

A triumphant smile lifted Aria's lips. Her eyes instinctively sought out Maxwell as she strutted over.

"Max, how do I look?" she cooed.

She was met with utter silence.

His eyes were completely glazed over, lost in some dark train of thought.

Her smile slipped. Catching the awkward side-eyes from the boutique staff, she offered a delicate cough.

He finally snapped out of it, glancing up at her. "If you like it, get it."

There was zero spark in his voice. He sounded like a man ticking off a tedious chore.

A fleeting shadow crossed Aria's eyes before vanishing just as quickly.

"But do I look beautiful, Max?"

She took a deliberate step back, fully showcasing the expensive fabric.

The dress hugged every inch of her figure perfectly, complementing her flawlessly styled hair and makeup. Every single detail of her look was designed to hook his attention.

In the past, he would have instantly praised her with a brilliant smile.

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