As I approached the office door, muffled sounds reached my ears. My steps faltered and my heart clenched as I strained to listen.
Through the slightly ajar door, I caught a glimpse of Jonah and a woman entangled in a moment of passion. They were perched on his massive mahogany desk, the same desk where he had once signed the deeds to place every asset under my name. The vulgarity of the scene clashed with the pristine professionalism of the room, the woman's soft moans and Jonah's hushed voice echoing in the air like a cruel melody.
The woman giggled breathlessly, her voice teasing. "Jonah, you haven't been home these past few days. Won't your wife start asking questions?"
Jonah's answer came in an impatient growl. "Why are you bringing her up now? Such bad luck! I don't know what's gotten into her, wanting a divorce out of nowhere."
The woman laughed, running her fingers along his chest. "You should've expected it. After all, even if she's just a stand-in, you should put in a little more effort."
Jonah snorted derisively. "Looks like I've been too good to her all along. Now she's daring to act so ungrateful."
My world shattered all over again. The sounds of their laughter blurred into static as my heart sank lower and lower. I had believed that, no matter the circumstances, Jonah's affection for me in the past life had been genuine. But now, it was clear my kindness had always been a joke—a weakness he exploited.
Clutching the divorce papers tightly, I pushed the door open without hesitation. The sharp creak of the door cut through their laughter like a knife.
Jonah's head snapped toward me, his face paling as he registered my presence. For a split second, panic flickered in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, hastily adjusting his disheveled clothes.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly.
Ignoring his question, I strode into the room, brushing aside the scattered clothing on the desk with deliberate force. I slammed the divorce papers onto the wooden surface between them, the sound reverberating in the heavy silence.
"You've been too busy to come home these past few days," I said coldly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "Since we've already talked about divorce, there's no point in dragging this out. Let's get it done as soon as possible."