Isla snorted: "Oh, well, I thank you, Mr. Torres, for being so magnanimous as not to take issue with me for something I didn't do to drive anyone away! Do you need me to get down on my knees and thank you? I just disappoint you, even if you need it, I can't do it!"
Isla now, is also resentful to the extreme, three years of married life, was overturned in one go, he did not have half trust in her, all her heart was also stepped on the bottom of his feet, since also can not say a good word.
Liam gloomy a face, stared at her for a long time, once she always knew, how to please him, a pair of eyes looking at him, is the beauty of the soul, but now she looked at his eyes, extremely mocking, and even hate.
Suddenly he felt that he did not want to face it anymore.
He let go of her chin, turned to leave again, but how can not get clear, he obviously showdown with her, to divorce, such a scene, is this three years in his heart, rehearsed countless times, but now his heart is not a little relaxed feeling, but boring, a kind of unspoken uncomfortable.
As if fleeing from the desert, he strides outside.
The moment she walked out of the door, Isla looked at his back and suddenly raised her voice and said indifferently, "Liam, whether you believe it or not, I must tell you that I didn't do what Mila did. Also, if I knew that you didn't love me at all, three years ago, I would never have married you!"
Liam didn't look back this time and left the house in a big way.
Isla is a weak leg, directly squatting on the ground, all the strength of the party, in this instant all disintegrated.
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