She frowned in deep thought for a full five minutes before answering, "The Vasquez family will give you three hundred million. We'll help you immigrate. With that money, you can live whatever life you want."
"Just don't come back to the country again. For a failed relationship, three hundred million is a good deal."
I stared straight into Gerald's eyes.
He said nothing. He let his mistress treat me like I was the mistress.
I inhaled slowly, forcing my trembling emotions back into my chest.
"Gerald, I'm giving you one last chance. Tell us—who is the mistress? Whose marriage certificate is fake?"
"If you don't clarify it, then tonight the three of us are going to make the front-page headlines together."
"You don't have to love me. You can fall for someone else and divorce me. But you don't get to treat me like a fool."
"Everything that happened today... I'll take it as the price of being your childhood sweetheart."
Gerald frowned deeply, glaring at me for "making things worse."
But faced with my unwavering gaze, he finally spoke the truth.
"Sorry, Stella. The marriage certificate between you and me... It's fake. I'm sorry."
Smack!