Chapter 21

The pale moonlight spilled through the window, casting sharp shadows on his face, making his features look even more distant and cold. He didn’t say a word. Just stood up and handed me a divorce agreement, clearly prepared ahead of time. His silence confirmed the brutal truth I’d just heard. I stared at those thin sheets of paper. Every word on them felt like tiny insects crawling into my chest, biting away at my heart. “This is just a draft from the lawyer. If you think the amount is too low, I can add more. Just sign it—house, car, jewelry… whatever you want,” his tone was detached, like he was offering alms rather than speaking to his wife. So that’s what I meant to him? Even after all these years, despite our so-called contractual arrangement ending and me standing on my own feet with a job, I was still, in his eyes, the same person from four years ago—tied to him by money. “I don’t want your money.” I lowered my gaze, my voice soft but laced with a stubborn strength. He frowned, o