Chloe’s tone was triumphant, as if she were the rightful wife.
“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.