"Stop right there!" Colton's voice echoed through the villa as he watched, in disbelief, the wallpaper being ripped from the walls.

He burst inside, only to find an almost sterile space. The couches were gone, the carpets removed, and even the large crystal chandeliers had been taken down. Years ago, Allison had meticulously designed every detail of this place, choosing each element to perfection. But now, it felt as though someone was erasing every trace of her.

"Where the hell are the security guards?" Colton's face flushed with anger. "I pay you a fortune, and you can't even keep the place safe for me?" He fumbled for his phone, ready to call for backup, when the man leading the operation stepped forward, offering a polite nod.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're not trespassing. This is perfectly legal. Your ex-wife requested it, and we have all the documentation. Everything is being recorded by surveillance, so you are welcome to check the details at any time."

Colton was speechless. He hadn't expected Allison to go this far.

Sensing his frustration, Melany wrapped her arms around his waist. "Colton, don't be angry," she murmured soothingly. "Allison is probably just letting off steam. You two were married. You should let her vent. A little decency never hurt."

Her tone was sweet, but the smugness beneath it was undeniable. "She's also an orphan," Melany added. "She got four million in the divorce, but after living as a society lady for so long, how is she going to go back to a simple life? Selling some things is to be expected."

Colton's jaw tightened. Sensing her moment, Melany continued: "Honestly, it's better to let her keep these things. You wouldn't want to see her struggling, would you?" Of course, the more they took, the better. Melany's eyes scanned the villa with satisfaction. She knew the trick to keeping a man was to quietly slip into his world. Once she became Colton's wife, this place would be hers, reflecting her tastes from top to bottom. After all, living in a space that had belonged to another woman was unthinkable.

Colton frowned, deep in thought. "I used to feel guilty for her, but this? She's showing her true colors, trying to make her way into a life she never belonged in. Allison is erasing the last shred of pity I had left. Even if she ends up penniless, I won't feel a shred of remorse."

As soon as those words left his mouth, the man in the suit looked at him strangely. He cleared his throat and answered a call, deliberately putting it on speaker.

"Miss Clarke, everything has been arranged as you requested."

Allison's voice, calm and firm, followed. "Fine. Take the items to the auction house."

Melany smiled smugly. "Looks like Allison has a bit of a brain after all…" But before she could finish, Allison's cold voice cut through the air.

"And as I have commanded you, auction off everything that can be sold, and donate the proceeds directly to charity. As for the rest, destroy it. Leave no trace."

"Understood," the man replied professionally. He hung up politely, but the satisfaction on his face was unmistakable, while Melany's smugness quickly turned to disbelief.

The others, however, were not so reassured. "Miss Clarke is something else," one laughed. "That blue china vase? It's certainly antique. It could be worth a fortune, but she gives the money to charity."

"Yes, she said she didn't want to leave any of her stuff in a 'dirty place'," another added. "Did you see that? Classy and generous." Every comment felt like a dagger to Melany's pride.

Moments ago, she had assumed Allison was selling everything to survive. But Allison wasn't selling these things for her own benefit. She was donating everything, and destroying what couldn't be sold—erasing every trace of her life here without a second thought. Colton's earlier sentiment was repeated, but it was unnecessary as it was already stated previously.