“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?”