He clung to his fantasy, preferring to believe I had simply gotten lost and that Matias had been my savior rather than confront the truth of his own betrayal.
As we made our way back, I broke the silence. "If I ever disappeared for real, would you be this worried?"
Clayton pulled me closer, his tone sickeningly tender. "Of course, Irene. You’re my whole world."
But three days later, I had a surprise waiting for him.
"Sign here."
I handed Clayton a document with a calm expression.
"This is a donation letter. You know, I’ve been supporting children in impoverished mountain areas for years. This time, it’s a two-million-dollar donation."
"Alright."
Without a second glance, Clayton grabbed the pen and scribbled his name, his trust in me unwavering.
I tilted my head and smiled faintly. "You don’t even read it before signing. Aren’t you afraid I might hand you a divorce agreement instead?"
Clayton chuckled, ruffling my hair with his usual casual affection. "Even if it were a contract to sell myself, as long as it’s from you, Irene, I’d sign it."
When he disappeared into the study, I looked at the freshly signed divorce papers in my hand, and a slow smile crept across my face.