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When I emerged from the bathroom, Scarlett was curled up on the couch.

Her gaze was slightly vacant, as if she'd been shocked.

"I agree to the divorce, but you have to give me some money."

I rubbed my temples, feeling like I didn't want to drag this out anymore.

"How much do you want?"

"Five hundred thousand."

I went cold for a moment. "In that case, I'd rather not divorce."

"Watching you live in fear every day, I'd quite enjoy that."

Her lips were trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably.

It seemed she had genuinely developed a fear of me.

"Fifty thousand. Take it or leave it."

I went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

When I came back, Scarlett meekly said, "Okay, I agree."

The divorce was processed quickly and smoothly.

During this time, Eason had vanished into thin air, without a trace.

Ex-wife Scarlett was at home packing her clothes.

I sat in the living room, smoking.

Lamenting that the greatest shame of my life was actually this marriage.