“Ethan told me himself he stopped loving you long ago.
If you have any sense, you’ll just sign the divorce papers and set both of you free.”
I didn’t react much.
Instead, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, making me want to sleep even more.
But since she was being so serious about this little “negotiation,” I figured I shouldn’t be too dismissive.
“Love?” I smiled faintly.
“How much do you think that’s worth? A couple of pennies?”
“You’re still too young, sweetheart.”
“If the only reason you invited me here was to talk about who loves who, I don’t have the time to waste.”
I stood up, giving her a confident smile.
“An hour of my time is worth millions. No man is worth that much.”
Her face darkened instantly.
She thought I was just putting on a façade, pretending to be calm.
“Sophia, I’ve seen women like you before,” she sneered.
“Women who’ve lost their man’s love but cling to their wealth and status, unwilling to give up the title of ‘Mrs. Miller.’
If you really don’t care about him, then why don’t you just file for divorce?”
So naïve. So childish.
I gave a cold laugh and turned back to her.
“Ever considered the possibility that he’s the one who won’t divorce me?”
Chloe froze, her face paling. She clenched her fists tightly.
“You’re lying!”
“Am I? You can always try it yourself and see.”
I pulled out a check for a million and slid it across the table.
“If you have what it takes to get him to sign those divorce papers, not only will I hand over the title of Mrs. Miller to you, this money is yours as well.”
Her eyes lit up, glittering with greed.
“You’d really be willing to divorce him?”
I nodded, my expression serious.
“More real than real gold.”
“If you can convince Ethan to sign, I’ll be grateful. That way, I’ll finally be free of this marriage and can switch men as casually as I like.”
Leaving her stunned in the café, I went home to finally get some rest.
And sure enough, the energy of youth didn’t disappoint.
My instincts hadn’t been wrong.
That very evening, Chloe really did show up in front of Ethan—
holding the divorce agreement in her hands, asking him to sign.
“Ethan, didn’t you say you don’t love that old woman anymore?”
“As long as you sign this, you’ll be free. Then I can marry you, be with you every day, and give you lots of babies. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Chloe looked at the man in front of her with eager eyes.