A Divorcee's Rise to Fame

Chapter 3 No More Trent

The way Trenton looked at her was more indifferent than at a table about to be replaced. However, the table would not cry and refuse to leave.

Letting go of delusions was as painful as stabbing in Moraine's heart. But if she could make it through and let go of everything, she would be able to free herself and see the future.

Moraine knew she couldn't stay any longer, so she had to take Harry away as soon as possible.

"We're not running away from home. You are coming with me to start a new life."

"Mom, didn't you say you would never give up Trent even if Leonardo DiCaprio seduced you?"

Moraine almost bit her tongue.

"It's not that I want to give up. I was abandoned, okay?" Moraine put on a coat on him in a hurry. "Harry, let me ask you. Do you want to come with me? If you leave this villa, you will no longer be Mr. Harold. Mrs. Remerson and Mr. Timms will no longer take care of you. Even if you want to look at this villa in the future, someone might drive you away."

"I will lose all of these?" Harry stared at Moraine, looking puzzled. "But will we stay together forever?"

"Yes, we will. But you can choose..."

"Mommy, nothing is more important than us being together." Harry interrupted Moraine and said firmly.

"Besides, I said long ago that Trent was unsuitable for you. You're not yourself anymore. You're smart and brave, and you shouldn't be the obedient Mrs. Brady."

"Harry..." Moraine looked at Harry's face worriedly. He looked almost identical to Trenton.

Moraine wanted to say Trenton was his father. But in fact, Harry had never had a chance to call Trenton father.

"So, let's abandon Trent and make him regret it!"

An hour later.

"Mrs. Moraine and Mr. Harold are gone?" Trenton looked around.

The Brady's Residence remained the same. Nothing was taken away, and there was no trace of someone leaving.

The black tea was still on the table. Moraine made it for him every night to ease his stomach, but he never drank it. However, this time, there was a note under the teacup.

Nothing had changed except the two people who were more like decorations.

For some reason, Trenton stepped into Moraine's room for the first time. Her room was simple and clean. It was neat but not cold, and there was warmth and peace in every corner. A silk scarf was properly hung, and a book was placed beside the pillow. However, all of these seemed to stress the fact that Moraine would never come back again.

"Yes. Mrs. Moraine and Mr. Harold left you a letter and a check." At this time, Rumble stepped forward to present a stack of documents.

When Trenton saw the check, he frowned immediately. He didn't expect that Moraine didn't take the check away.

Trenton turned the document to the second page and couldn't help frowning even deeper. He had transferred 200 thousand dollars to Moraine every year during their five-year marriage, but a certificate showed that she hadn't used a penny of it.

Trenton remembered that Moraine always seemed to stay in the villa waiting for him to come back, and her family didn't seem helpful at all. Even though she was provided with food and clothing, he had barely cared for her for five years. Trenton couldn't figure out why she didn't use any of his money.

Trenton strode out of Moraine's room and took out the note pressed under the teacup. "Hey, Mr. Trenton. I've signed the divorce agreement. You gave me three days to leave, but it only took me 30 minutes to leave you for good. Are you satisfied?"