"In the past, when I came back after a whole night of work, you would always make me something delicious! You've changed!" Clara said, pouting.
"Really? I won't do that anymore."
I rubbed my temples and continued, "You were really busy with work before. But last night, you went to be with Jackson, didn't you?"
"What do you mean by that? It's so harsh to hear it. It's all for work. Jackson and I are just friends!"
Clara's eyes darted away as she shouted, trying to cover up her guilt.
"Whatever. It has nothing to do with me. We are getting divorced anyway."
I frowned and waved my hand.
"Why are you talking about divorce when you've already accepted the gifts I gave you? Is it because the gifts I bought aren't good enough?" Clara said, clenching her fists and standing up abruptly.
Her charming face lost its playful expression and gradually revealed a hint of impatience.
Clearly, she had no intention of pretending anymore.
"I already threw it in the trash.
You're giving me the watch that Jackson discarded? Hmph, even a dog wouldn't want it!" I said coldly.
Clara looked into the trash can, first shocked, then raised her head and scolded me arrogantly, "Javier Foster, what do you mean by this?