His eyes gleamed with a sliver of hope. He was so sure I was acting out of jealousy again.
But I just nodded calmly. “Then let them go bankrupt. I just want the divorce. Return my half of the assets to the Myers family—that’s more than enough.”
His expression darkened, anger flashing across his face.
He spat the word “Fine” three times, each one colder than the last.
“Keep pretending. I want to see how long you can keep this act up.”
“Get out. Go wash Julia up!”
I bowed slightly and turned to leave.
The dead have no more tears left to cry.
There was once love between us—but that was eight years ago.
I didn't belong to this world. My soul was only sent here with one goal: to win Owen’s heart.
We were childhood sweethearts. The affection built up quickly. My strategy was working—until the Carter family suddenly ran out of funds and faced ruin.
I remembered the day he said he would marry me—that he wanted a future together. So I took out everything the Myers family had and offered it to him, in exchange for a single marriage contract.
But the story that reached his ears... was twisted.
Uncle Andrew, desperate and drowning in debt, died in a car crash.