Half an hour later, I returned home.Stepping out of the elevator, I spotted several large cardboard boxes scattered along the corridor. My clothes, bags, and skincare products had been tossed outside. Even the important documents I had kept in the study were crumpled and dumped onto the floor.The apartment door was slightly ajar, and I heard Caroline cooing, "Zach, this couch is so old-fashioned. Let's change it to genuine leather tomorrow. "Also, about the bed in the master bedroom, I don't want to sleep on anything Winona used. There's a scent of poverty that clings to her. Get someone to throw it all out tomorrow."Zachary answered gently, "Alright, we'll do as you say. I'll have people clear out all the trash tomorrow. From now on, this is our home, so decorate it however you want."I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Caroline and Zachary sat in the living room, her head leaning against his chest as they browsed furniture catalogs on a tablet. Seeing me, they didn'
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