Husband's Affair After Divorce

Just as we were about to part ways, Miles called out to me.

"Adelyn, I hope you can move out soon. If you hang around, I'll have nowhere to turn for support."

The wheelchair came to a sudden halt, its wheels screeching against the rough pavement, like the sound of a heart being torn apart.

"Fine," I replied coolly.

With Theo's help, I got into the car and urged the driver to take me to the home that once belonged to both of us, arriving before Miles. The housekeeping staff was already waiting by the door.

I didn't need Miles to tell me to leave; I would have done so anyway. Every second in his presence felt stifling.

Under my direction, my belongings were packed quickly. Just a few clothes, some jewelry, and the items I brought before the marriage. Anything connected to Miles from after our wedding, I had no interest in taking with me.

When Miles returned home, most of the packing was done. His face was unreadable as he stared intently at the boxes, as if I had taken some treasure from him.

Ignoring his scrutinizing gaze, I instructed someone to take down the painting hanging in the living room.

"What are you doing? Who gave you permission to touch that painting? Leave it alone!" Miles shouted, trying to intervene, his anger unmistakable.

Watching him nearly jump out of his seat in rage, my heart sank further. I no longer recognized the man before me.

"My parents gave me this painting for my birthday before we got married. It’s part of my personal property. Why shouldn’t I be allowed to take it?" I said, maintaining my composure and meeting his eyes.

The painting was bought at an auction by my parents, valued at over half a million dollars. Once Miles discovered its worth, he insisted it be displayed prominently. Whenever we had guests, he made sure to brag about it. He probably never expected I would take it, which is why he was so furious.

With nothing left to say, Miles could only lash out. "A month to cool off. Don’t come back crying and begging."

I didn't bother responding, simply walking away with my head held high.

Beg him? Absurd. I only hope he won't be the one coming to me in tears.