The syrupy scent of mango hit my nose, and I jerked my head away. The cake smeared against my cheek, making him pause.
Before he could speak, his phone rang. Sophie’s saccharine voice floated out: “Daniel, thank you for the necklace you gave me. I love it.”
The image attached was of the necklace I’d admired in a store just last week—one he had dragged me away from, saying, “It’s impractical. We’ll buy a better one when we have money.”
Daniel hung up, coughing awkwardly. “It was for a client. Don’t overthink it.”
Seeing my mood sour, he added in a guilty tone, “The company’s having some cash flow issues. I mentioned it to Sophie, and she said she’d talk to her family about investing.”
I lifted my head sharply. Just yesterday, I had anonymously transferred five million into Daniel’s company account—my years of saved dowry—using an overseas account so he wouldn’t feel pressured.
I gave a cold, mocking smile, then pulled out the divorce agreement I’d prepared and slipped it among the hospital bills. “The hospital needs payment. Sign here.”
Eager to go see Sophie, Daniel didn’t even look before signing his name.