Mia’s POV
“Come into my office and have lunch with me. I picked up some takeout from the French restaurant downtown, I would love to spend some time with you. I miss you, dear wife.”
I hissed when I read this message from Drake. He must think that I’m naïve and stupid. I walked out on Drake, stepped down from his car, and took a cab to work. And guess what he did…
He let me go…
He fucking sat there and watched me leave. He did not even try to talk me out of it, he made no attempt to stop me. In fact, I believe that this is exactly what he wanted. He wanted me out of the house so he can go back home and screw his fucking lover. I expected him to come after me, I thought his love for me would make him abandon his stupid ideas of returning back home to sort out whatever silly issues he claims to be having with her, but I was wrong. He let me go, he watched me leave and he did nothing about it. I guess he doesn’t love me as much as I thought he did.