Chapter 6

Dante didn't want a divorce.

He only wanted me to crawl out of bed, enduring the pain tearing through my abdomen, and apologize to him.

To tell him I shouldn't have hit him over a studio.

Dante would have surely taken it all back.

But just because I could see through his bluff didn't mean I was willing to play along.

“Dante, you're not the one divorcing me.”

“I'm the one who doesn't love you anymore. I'm the one rejecting you.”

I stared at Dante, my eyes burning with hatred.

Dante, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, turned deathly pale, and even his gaze began to tremble.

“You... what did you say?”

I gave a cold smile and quickly signed the divorce agreement.

After everything I had sacrificed for Dante, he never would have guessed I'd suddenly agree to the divorce.

This agreement was just a tool he used to demand attention.

Neither his lawyer nor his Consigliere had taken the document seriously, so the terms were incredibly favorable to me.