My breath caught in my throat.
I wondered, "Jaxton's capabilities are not to be underestimated, but could he really have found out about my pregnancy so quickly? I myself just knew!"
Seizing the moment as he parked, I dashed towards the back door, taking a taxi to my residence.
When we divorced, I left with just a piece of paper, moving so swiftly that he had no time to react, resulting in no significant property division.
In a third-tier city like Olivano, my savings were only enough to buy a modest apartment in the suburbs.
I had initially planned to work hard to afford a bigger house, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Regardless of Jaxton's intentions, I knew I had to cut ties swiftly and leave.
I enlisted a real estate agent to sell the apartment at a low price, booked a flight and hotel for the evening, and began tidying up the room.
But it was more like a massive purge.
As I held the glass dome with dried roses, my heart skipped a beat.
I had promised myself to let go after three months of divorce, but when the time came to leave, I still hesitated.
This rose was given to me by Jaxton at a birthday ball hosted for him, where he was the center of attention.