Chapter 125: Tear Her Clothes
James turned his head at the sound—quickly turned his head. In his dark eyes looking at Amelia, a fierce hostility suddenly arose, scaring her so much that her steps froze instantly, and the words she hadn't finished saying were swallowed back down.
His eyes and face were written all over with: Get lost.
"Excuse me." Mia stood inside the doorway, speaking with a cold expression.
Was Amelia so eager to move in and take her place now?
Facing the two people gazing affectionately at each other right in front of her, her face showed no emotion.
She didn't even want to look at them.
Even one more glance would dirty her eyes, she felt.
From the moment at the Smith Group when she gave Amelia what she wanted, she had stopped caring.
James withdrew his gaze and let it fall on Mia's face.
When he heard Amelia's voice and knew she had followed him, his first reaction was fear that Mia would be unhappy, fear that seeing Amelia would hurt her.
But looking at Mia, who didn't care at all, James felt like she had slapped him hard across the face.
His worry just now seemed like a joke.
"Where do you think you're going?"
James didn't move aside. Still blocking the doorway, he spoke in a very cold voice.
"None of your business."
Mia's voice was even colder than his. "Move."
Seeing he wouldn't move, Mia's expression darkened further. She directly lifted her small suitcase and pushed it toward him.
Trying to shove him aside.
But before she could hit James, his large hand grabbed it and pushed it back inside.
Mia was pushed back a step by his skillful force, back into the entryway.
He followed, stepping inside.
The moment the door closed, James snatched the suitcase away.
In his rage, he used great force.
The lock broke open, the suitcase popped open, and the clothes inside scattered all over the floor.
"James!"
Mia's eyes filled with anger, as if about to shoot out flames. Her gaze fixed fiercely on James's cold eyes. "Don't push me too far!"
James's gaze, without a trace of warmth, met Mia's eyes that no longer held any attachment to him.
Suppressing the pain in his heart, completely cold: "So what if I am bullying you?"
"Mia, without my permission, forget about divorce—you don't even have the right to move out!"
He was much taller than her, and when his face was cold like this, looking down at her, the sense of superiority was very obvious.
Mia's chest heaved violently with anger.
She had never realized before that James was such a terrible person.
"Well, I'm moving out anyway!"
He could use his power to pressure those divorce lawyers into not taking her case, but could he control her legs too?
If he won't let her move, then go ahead—break her legs!
Mia glared fiercely at James without backing down, walked to her small suitcase, squatted down, and roughly stuffed the clothes back into the case.
James saw this.
Suddenly he strode forward.
Gripping her wrist, he used a bit of force to pull Mia up from the ground. The storm brewing in his eyes became more and more obvious.
He laughed coldly. "Moving out no matter what?"
His gaze swept over the card on the nearby coffee table. He had seen it the moment he walked in.
"Mia, you think leaving the card behind and moving out means you can cut ties with me?"
He had really sheltered her from the harsh realities of life.
So naive.
She made him suffer like this—how could he let her go so easily?
Want to cut ties with him?
In this lifetime, she could forget about it!
"Such backbone!"
Furious, James's lips slowly curved into an arc. This smile somehow sent a chill from the bottom of one's feet.
"Since you have such backbone, since you want to cut ties with me so badly, then don't take anything that belongs to me."
James released his hand, changed direction, and directly yanked the clothes Mia was holding, gripping them in his hand and bringing them before her, mocking mercilessly: "Mia, do I need to remind you? These clothes were all bought with my money."
"And those—which one wasn't?"
James threw the clothes in his hand onto the suitcase.
His gaze returned to Mia.
Watching her, with her strong self-respect, turn deathly pale from his words, her already thin body looking like it would collapse the next second.
He endured the heartache, suppressing the compassion in his heart.
His gaze moved from her face down to her body.
Delivering the final blow.
He raised his hand and directly grabbed the collar of her clothes. "And this one..."
Mia, already struck with a face drained of all color, instinctively tried to avoid him.
Her movement was too large.
Her clothes were torn.
That sound made Mia's lips tremble.
Her fists hanging at her sides clenched tight.
Her nails digging deep into her flesh.
She was humiliated by James until her eyes reddened, but she didn't retreat further. She just lowered her eyelids, hiding her vulnerability.
James's fingertips trembled.
He hadn't meant to tear her clothes.
He just wanted to make her regret it, wanted her to realize how stupid it was to abort the child and force him to divorce!
But seeing Mia's unrepentant appearance, his heartache was pushed to the deepest part of his heart.
He withdrew his gaze.
Unable to control his emotions from feeling sorry for her, he pulled out a cigarette pack from the entryway drawer, pulled one out and lit it.
Taking a hard drag, his expression became cold again, looking down at the unyielding Mia.
"Didn't you want to move out? Leave all this behind."
From the moment he started humiliating her, Mia hadn't said another word.
When he tore her clothes, she didn't even move.
Letting her skin be exposed to the air.
In the temperature-controlled room, she shouldn't feel cold.
But she felt a chill to her bones.
This time hurt even more than when he mocked her education.
He was telling her again.
Without him, James, she was nothing!
Mia used all her strength to suppress the humiliation in her heart, not letting herself break down in front of James.
After a long while, she slowly raised her head.
There was no sadness or hurt left in her eyes, only growing coldness as she looked at James.
"James, if you keep dragging this out and won't divorce me, Amelia will forever be a shameless homewrecker."
Didn't he love Amelia so much?
Hadn't the two of them already paired up?
Wasn't Amelia already planning to move in and take her place?
James leaned his back against the cabinet, exhaling a smoke ring, using the smoke to hide the true emotions in his eyes.
His voice low, hoarse, and cold: "That's our business, nothing to do with you."
What a nice "our."
What a nice "nothing to do with you."
Mia laughed coldly. "So you're determined to drag this out? Fine! Go ahead and drag it out!
James, you listen to me carefully—since you don't mind letting your beloved woman remain a homewrecker, then from today on, every time I see Amelia, I'll humiliate her."
She wanted to see just how long James could let Amelia suffer humiliation for the sake of making her suffer.
After Mia finished speaking, she forced herself to turn around.
Her back straight, she walked forward step by step, went upstairs, walked into the side bedroom.
Closed the door.
Silently declaring war on James.