I Ran Away With My Son
Later, he had asked me to move back, but I had refused.
“I’m used to living here. Don’t trouble yourself.”
Remembering that, his hand trembled on the doorknob. When he pushed the door open and saw my jewelry and cosmetics still there, he finally exhaled in relief.
He pulled out his phone and barked at his assistant, “Buy every new Chanel release and get it to the villa tonight. Go for the bags, the clothes, the shoes, everything. I’ll win my wife back.”
Hanging up, he felt calmer. He had neglected me. If he made it up to me, all would be fine.