Deported His Mistress, Kept His Baby

Chapter 7: Vincent Abandoned Me in the Wilderness

Night had fallen, and I trudged along the muddy path, my high heels sinking into the dirt with every step. Blisters had formed on my ankles, each movement sending sharp jolts of pain through me. After what felt like an eternity, I finally flagged down a taxi.

"To the city center," I told the driver, then quickly corrected myself, "No, just drop me off at the bus stop up ahead."

The night shift at the kitchen would end soon, and if I didn't show up, I'd be fired for sure. I couldn't face the thought of job hunting again.

Vincent had shown up specifically to pick up Mia this time. He knew what was going on, but had been too tangled up with Mia to do anything sooner.

That night, as he passed through the living room in his robe, something glinted in the trash bin under the light. It was the wedding ring.

He bent down to pick it up, his thumb brushing over the inscription inside. The ring had cost him eight figures—enough to buy Zoe's father's company twice over.

When he'd casually mentioned the price to Zoe, she had buried herself in his arms, overwhelmed by the gesture.

A faint smile twitched at the corner of Vincent's lips before quickly flattening into a hard line. He must be out of his mind. Zoe's love had always been too perfect—like a dream he was terrified to wake up from.

He couldn't resist testing her, pushing her until he saw the hurt in her eyes, only then feeling reassured. This time, though, Zoe might not forgive him so easily.

Vincent stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the city lights. He convinced himself it didn't matter. If she was angry, it meant she still cared. Zoe had always been soft-hearted. A little coaxing would be enough to win her back.

"Darling!" Mia burst into the room, her arms laden with shopping bags, her wrists reddened from the weight of luxury goods. She flung herself into Vincent's embrace, proudly displaying a limited-edition handbag. "I waited in line for three hours!"

Money had always been the fastest way to erode someone's soul. Mia was like a flower forced into bloom, wilting quickly in the swamp of materialism. Zoe, on the other hand, had never cared for such things. She only ever wore jewelry when accompanying him to important events, always selecting something modest yet elegant.

"What are you wearing?" Vincent suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Mia winced in pain. "The wedding ring. I found it in your drawer—"

"Who gave you permission to touch my things?" His tone turned icy.

He gripped the finger with the ring, twisting it sharply, forcing a scream from Mia. The ring, now smeared with blood, was carefully wiped clean with his handkerchief.

"You think you're worthy of this?" he spat, glaring down at her, now crumpled on the floor. "Get out."

That same night, Mia was tossed out of the hotel by his bodyguards. Her precious limited-edition bag lay discarded in the hallway, abandoned like a forgotten toy.