Daniel nodded.
“Tomorrow at ten, the notary’s office. The documents must be ready.”

She left.

Daniel stayed behind, inhaling deeply like an actor preparing for his next scene—the loving husband role he’d play for just a few hours more.

When he finally stepped into the shower, I moved.

I crawled out from under the bed, shaking but resolute. Marina had left her phone behind—I grabbed it quickly and photographed every page of the documents she’d placed on the table. The absurd clause. The family contract. The planned annulment.

Every line confirmed the truth.
This wasn’t a mistake.
It was a meticulously executed betrayal.

I packed my dress. My belongings. My pride.
But I didn’t confront him—not yet. I still needed him to believe I knew nothing. I needed him to sign something… but not the document he expected.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, I was sitting calmly on the bed, smiling as if the world hadn’t just collapsed.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I said smoothly.

That night, while he slept like the actor he was, I built my own plan—one that would protect me, expose him, and unravel the lie his family forced into my life.

If Daniel wanted a final night of theater…
I was ready to give him an ending he’d never see coming.