“If we divorce now,” he said, reaching for your hand, “you’ll be safe. Everything will be in my name. They’ll come after me, not you.”
He squeezed your fingers gently, performing concern like an actor who had memorized every line.
“I’m doing this for you.”
You looked at him—really looked at him—and for the first time in years, you saw him clearly.
Not as your husband.
Not as the father of your child.
But as a man who believed you were easy to deceive.
“What happens to us?” you asked quietly.
“It’s temporary,” he said immediately. Too quickly. “Once everything is stable, we’ll figure it out. But right now… if you love me, you need to sign.”
If you love me.
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