Then I took out my notebook and added a final note.

[My baby is gone.]

[Because of your snake, I'll never get pregnant again.]

[Finally, happy divorce!]

I wrote the last sentence and closed the notebook.

A divorce agreement, a miscarriage record.

This was my final "surprise" for Xavier.

After packing everything, I picked up my suitcase, placed the villa's key on the dining table, and deleted my fingerprint from the smart lock.

Every trace of my presence in the villa—completely erased.