Jonah's answer came in an impatient growl. "Why are you bringing her up now? Such bad luck! I don't know what's gotten into her, wanting a divorce out of nowhere."
The woman laughed, running her fingers along his chest. "You should've expected it. After all, even if she's just a stand-in, you should put in a little more effort."
Jonah snorted derisively. "Looks like I've been too good to her all along. Now she's daring to act so ungrateful."
My world shattered all over again. The sounds of their laughter blurred into static as my heart sank lower and lower. I had believed that, no matter the circumstances, Jonah's affection for me in the past life had been genuine. But now, it was clear my kindness had always been a joke—a weakness he exploited.
Clutching the divorce papers tightly, I pushed the door open without hesitation. The sharp creak of the door cut through their laughter like a knife.
Jonah's head snapped toward me, his face paling as he registered my presence. For a split second, panic flickered in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, hastily adjusting his disheveled clothes.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice wavering slightly.