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Chapter 3 Aaron is Blind in his Heart

Susanna shook her head forcefully, trying to dispel the unrealistic fantasies from her mind.

She returned to the closet to tidy up the mess Erica had made, and after putting everything back in order, she thought about Erica's minor scratches. If the doctor had been any later, the wounds would have healed on their own.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Susanna didn't see Aaron anywhere. Where had he gone?

Erica was leaning against the headboard, a sly smile on her lips. "I thought it was the maid coming in, but it's you. Are you really planning to take care of me here? Or perhaps you want to witness some intimate moments between Aaron and me, after all, it's been three years since we last saw each other."

Erica's words were loaded with meaning!

Only then did Susanna hear the sound of running water from the bathroom—Aaron was in the shower! The blood drained from her face instantly. He couldn't even wait until she had left before getting intimate with Erica in their wedding room!

Feeling nauseated, Susanna fought the urge to vomit, grabbed her packed suitcase, and prepared to leave.

At the door, Calliope stood in her way, a mischievous smile on her face. "Mrs. Abbott, sorry, but this suitcase is a luxury item Mrs. Maud Abbott brought back from Eldoria. It's very expensive; you can't take it with you."

Ignoring them, Susanna nodded and grabbed a handbag, only to be blocked again. "Mrs. Abbott, you can't take that one either. Mr. Abbott bought this as a souvenir from Celestia last month."

Susanna frowned, realizing Calliope was deliberately making things difficult for her. Every piece of luggage in the room was not hers; how was she supposed to pack her belongings?

Erica chimed in, "Seems like you're reluctant to leave, can't even find a bag to pack, huh? No worries, I've prepared one for you. Calliope."

Calliope nodded in understanding, ran off, and soon returned with a plastic bag. "Mrs. Abbott, Ms. Jones specially prepared this for you. It's a bit old-fashioned, but it should do. Please use this."

Susanna let out a cold laugh, eyes blazing with anger, forcing Calliope to step back. She knelt to repack her things. Behind her, Erica's voice came again. "Make sure to check her luggage later, so she doesn't take anything that doesn't belong to her, especially documents."

Hearing this, Susanna recalled Aaron's earlier words that he didn't want the child. Discreetly, she tore the pregnancy test results into tiny pieces, rolled them into a ball, and swallowed it. As she did, she made a silent promise, 'Baby, from now on, it's you and me against the world. I will protect you, and we will stay as far away from Aaron and the Abbott family as possible.'

When Susanna finished packing her things and dragged the plastic bag out of the closet, she asked coldly, "Do you want to check it?"

Erica covered her nose, full of disdain. "This plastic bag stinks; let her leave quickly!"

Calliope got the hint, stepped forward hastily, examining the plastic bag while muttering, "My eyesight isn't what it used to be; I must be getting old."

It wasn't until Calliope kept backing away and finally left the room that Susanna realized something was wrong. She shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? Give me back my—"

Before she could finish, Calliope pretended to trip, tossing the bag. The plastic bag tore open, and her clothes scattered from the second floor down to the living room.

Susanna ran to the hallway and looked downstairs, yelling, "You guys are too much!"

She rushed down to gather her things, but the bag was already torn, making it impossible to pack. Frustrated, she threw the bag on the floor.

Just then, her phone rang. She answered it, and upon hearing Madison's voice, tears streamed down her face. "Madison."

Madison's concerned voice came through the line. "Why are you crying?"

Choking back sobs, Susanna said, "Madison, I got divorced. I don't have a home anymore."

Madison quickly reassured her, "Don't be silly. Who said you don't have a home? I was calling to tell you some good news: your family has been found. You have six brothers—three full brothers and three half-brothers. They're all from Novaria, and their last name is Jones. They've been looking for you."

Susanna froze. "My family?"

Madison continued, "Don't cry. I'll have your brother come—"

Before Madison could finish, Susanna's phone died. Her mind was in turmoil. Had they really found her family?

"What's all this noise? What are you up to now?" Aaron came down the stairs in a loose bathrobe.

Seeing the scattered clothes and the torn bag beside Susanna, he frowned. "Playing hard to get again? Trying to act pitiful? Who are you trying to fool this time? Grandma's not here!"

Susanna clutched her dead phone, feeling detached. "I didn't do anything."

Erica limped out, pretending to be concerned. "Aaron, she was packing to leave but then found this dirty plastic bag. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen."

Calliope chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Abbott. We were just trying to convince Mrs. Abbott not to use that bag but she insisted. If word got out, people might think the Abbott family mistreats her."

The room fell silent. Susanna stood there, listening to their lies, feeling like a wooden statue.

Aaron's eyes were piercing as he coldly asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Susanna's eyes. "Haven't you already heard what you wanted? What more do you want to hear?"

Aaron snapped, "Susanna, aren't you ever satisfied? What more do you want?"

Susanna was too exhausted to argue anymore, but Aaron's accusation reignited her fury. "What more do I want? Aaron, take a hard look at your conscience! Ever since we got married, have I lived like some pampered rich wife or more like a servant? No, not even a servant—a servant gets paid. What do I get? I've managed everything for you, through thick and thin, and you still see me as some greedy leech. You're not blind in your eyes; you're blind in your heart. Or maybe you just don't care. Either way, I'm done. We're divorced. I don't want to be your doormat any longer. Is that too much to ask?"

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