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Time passed second by second, and Amanda was about to crumple the divorce certificate in her hand when her assistant's call came in. “Ms. Young, we’ve confirmed it. The divorce certificate you provided is genuine...” “Impossible!” Amanda couldn’t believe it, her voice trembling. “Doesn’t a divorce require my signature? The signature on the divorce agreement is forged and has no legal validity! I never...” She stopped mid-sentence, a vivid memory flashing through her mind. It was the morning of the court hearing. Horace had knelt before her countless times: “Amanda, if you insist on leaving this door today to defend Godfery, then sign this agreement—we’ll divorce!” But at the time, she was in a hurry to leave and hadn’t had time to think it through. After all, in the six months since the incident, he had mentioned the word “divorce” more than once. She didn't take it seriously and didn't even look at the agreement. She just hurriedly signed her name and threw it at him: “Is that eno