"You're about to sign divorce papers and you're still trying to seduce him? What, you can't survive without Victor? Is that it?"

Rain instantly soaked through my clothes. The icy droplets hammered against my skin—but they were nothing compared to the cold that had already settled in my bones.

Victor's brow creased, but not because I was getting drenched. He reached for Rebecca's hand, his voice tender with concern.

"Becca, what are you doing here? It's pouring—you'll make yourself sick."

He slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His tone was so gentle, so warm—as if the cold, indifferent man who'd stood before me seconds ago had never existed.

Rebecca melted into his arms on cue, her eyes reddening as she pouted up at him.

"I was worried you'd go soft on her. This woman is so manipulative—what if she tries to use the kid against you again?"

Then she shot me a venomous glare. Her gaze dropped to the broken plastic crown in my hands, and her lip curled with undisguised disgust.

"Clinging to that piece of junk like it means something? You're lucky Victor's so patient—most men wouldn't bother with alimony for someone like you."

I wiped the rain from my face, expression blank, watching the two of them flaunt their disgusting affection right in front of me.

Victor patted her back with a resigned sigh. "Alright, enough. I already signed the papers, didn't I?"

Rebecca's eyes darted with sudden inspiration. She tightened her grip on his arm and lifted her chin, shooting me a triumphant look.

"Since we're already going to the county clerk's office today, why not take care of everything at once?"

She turned to Victor, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness. "Babe, if you're getting your divorce certificate anyway, why don't we just get our marriage license today too?"

Victor blinked, clearly caught off guard. Hesitation flickered across his face.

"Today? Getting married right after a divorce... wouldn't that look bad?"

"Who cares how it looks! I don't care—I want it today! I want everyone to know I'm your real wife!"

Rebecca shook his arm relentlessly, even pretending to storm off in a huff.

Victor wavered, his gaze drifting toward me almost involuntarily, as if gauging my reaction.

I watched their little performance, and slowly—very slowly—a strange smile curved my lips.

"Say yes."

My voice came out hoarse, cutting through the rain with unsettling clarity.