Gwyneth could already tell what Asher and Liana were up to. She gave a slight frown but didn’t seem mad.
“The bedroom next to the master is bigger. Let her stay there,” she said calmly.
She’d already sent all her things off, so this place wasn’t home to her anymore.
Asher didn’t expect Gwyneth to be so easy to talk to. He sensed something was off when Liana tugged at his sleeve and gave him a sweet smile. “Honey, take me upstairs.”
After taking care of Liana, Asher entered the master bedroom to find the place nearly empty. All of Gwyneth’s stuff was gone.
He frowned, feeling a little off. “Where’s all your stuff?”
Gwyneth sat on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to look his way. “I had them shipped abroad. I won’t need to buy clothes when I get there.”
Asher noticed the jewelry box on the table. It held every gift he’d given her over the years. “What about the gifts I gave you? Why didn’t you ship them?”
Gwyneth scratched her head, realizing she’d forgotten to throw them out. “I forgot about that. I’ll ship them tomorrow.”
Asher’s frown deepened, and he snapped, “Don’t come asking for gifts later if you didn’t ship them! I’m not wasting my time or money on you.”
Gwyneth pursed her lips and said nothing.
After dinner, Asher pulled out two sets of car keys. He gave Gwyneth the Mercedes keys first. “I got this car a month ago. Once you’re over there, you can drive the Mercedes.”
Gwyneth took the keys without a hint of excitement.
“What about me, honey?” Liana pouted.
Asher pulled the McLaren keys from his pocket and gently grazed her cheek. “You know I wouldn’t leave you out. I know how much you love this sports car.”
Liana grabbed the keys and gave Gwyneth a smug smile.
Gwyneth’s expression soured. Asher got her a Mercedes worth half a million dollars, but he dropped two million dollars on a McLaren for Liana. It was obvious he’d planned everything a month ago.
“The Mercedes is nice, too. Wyn, why do you look so down? I actually love driving the Mercedes.” Liana smiled, pretending to be jealous. “The McLaren’s too flashy. I’d rather have something more low-key.”
Gwyneth frowned and handed the Mercedes keys to Liana. “If you want it, it’s yours.”
After all, her share was already clearly stated in the divorce agreement.
Asher observed with a sense of satisfaction as Gwyneth generously handed over the keys to the Mercedes. Normally, she would’ve caused a scene, smashed things, and yelled at him for being unfaithful.
Now, her ability to let it go showed she’d come to terms with it. This was exactly how he had always hoped she’d act.
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Three days later, Gwyneth got a phone call.
