At the next moment, he opened the wardrobe where Gwynn kept her stuff. All of the expensive clothes and jewelry he gave her were gone. Not even a single piece was left. There were only a few sleeping gowns there.

She had worn them before.

He remembered that she wore them as she lay beneath him on the nights that they had sex.

…

That must’ve been why she didn’t take them with her!

Closing the wardrobe, he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down. Pulling out a cigarette from his front pocket slowly, he lit it and took a leisurely drag.

Wisps of smoke rose and blurred his vision.

He knew that Gwynn wasn’t a materialistic lady. She’d never have brought all of the stuff with her. That left only one possible conclusion.

She sold everything!

Holding the white cigarette between his fingers, he lifted his chin slightly and took the last drag. Lowering his head, he intended to snuff out the cigarette when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

The nightstand’s