It was the evening of the second day after the divorce argument. I was lying on the bed, staring at the vintage ceiling.
It had only been two months and two weeks since the fake marriage. It still had about four months left before it ended. And I didn't want to stay any longer. But where in heaven would I get seven billion dollars from?
The more I thought about it, the more this dark realization sank deeper into me.
What if a miracle happened and I suddenly had seven billion dollars... Could I really just leave?
Alexander was using all his resources to find my mother's killer. The second I pay him and get a divorce, he would drop the investigation immediately.
