Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 The Empty Wall of Seven Years

Rose understood.

Between the lines, the message was clear.

She was the ungrateful one.

A cold, humorless laugh escaped her lips.

She didn’t touch the water, nor did she intend to argue with Martha.

There was no point debating with someone who refused to see reason. All it would accomplish was draining her energy and wearing down her patience.

"I’ll unpack my things myself," she said. "You don’t need to worry about it."

She understood the situation perfectly.

Now that Margaret had forcibly moved her back today, there was no way she would be allowed to make a scene and leave again.

If she openly resisted, word would immediately reach Margaret.

That would only provoke her further and give her another excuse to threaten revoking the divorce.

There was no need for direct confrontation.

Some problems were better handled indirectly.

Seeing that Rose wasn’t resisting or insisting on leaving, Martha smiled in relief.

"I’ll have someone carry your things upstairs. You can unpack at your own pace."

She had clearly been worried Rose would refuse.

Turning around, Martha instructed the movers, "Take everything to the master bedroom."

Rose understood the implication and chose not to comment.

Martha was making sure she stayed in the master bedroom.

But even if Margaret could force her back into the villa, could she really monitor what happened between husband and wife twenty-four hours a day?

The movers carried the boxes upstairs.

Rose suddenly asked, "What’s Ryan’s new number?"

A flicker of sadness crossed Martha’s face.

For a married couple not to even know each other’s phone numbers...

It was rare for a marriage to deteriorate this badly after seven years.

Fortunately, Martha did know the number.

Rose sat down in the living room and dialed it.

No matter what, she needed Ryan to return and deal with this situation.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

This time, the call connected.

Someone answered. "Who is this? Ryan is still resting."

Samantha’s voice drifted through the phone, carrying an unmistakable note of satisfaction.

Clearly, the two of them had been together the entire time.

Rose fell silent.

It was only a little after nine in the morning.

Since when had Ryan started sleeping in?

No matter how late he’d gone to bed in the past—even on the rare nights they had been intimate—he always woke up at 5:50 a.m. sharp and exercised for an hour.

He had never slept in when he was with her.

Apparently, when the person beside him was someone he truly cared about, even Ryan would indulge in lingering mornings.

He had even made an exception and allowed Samantha access to his phone.

A trace of sarcasm flashed through Rose’s eyes.

Yet when she spoke, her tone was calm and detached.

"Please tell Ryan to come back as soon as possible. I need to discuss something with him."

The moment Samantha recognized her voice, she didn’t respond.

Instead, she simply hung up.

The entitlement was almost impressive.

Anyone who didn’t know the situation might assume Samantha was the lawful wife while Rose was some clingy mistress refusing to let go.

Rose couldn’t care less whether Samantha passed along the message.

All she could do was go upstairs and begin unpacking.

At least for now, she couldn’t leave.

Until the divorce certificate was safely in her hands, she had to keep a low profile.

It was obvious that Martha was Margaret’s informant.

So Rose didn’t push her luck.

She returned to the master bedroom she had occupied for seven years.

After being away for so long, the room felt strangely unfamiliar.

The bedroom was enormous.

One entire wall had been designed as a custom photo display.

Over seven years, Rose had carefully filled every inch of it.

Wedding photos.

Pictures of Ryan.

Photos of herself.

Memories she had collected one by one.

But now...

Only a handful remained.

The wedding photos had been burned by Mike.

She already knew that.

And all the photos of herself had disappeared as well.

Most likely, Ryan had taken them down and thrown them away.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t shocked.

The day Mike burned the wedding photos and Ryan remained indifferent, she had already realized how insignificant she was in his life.

Still...

That wall represented seven years of hope.

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