Hearing my agreement, Samuel visibly relaxed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“What? You want a divorce? We just got married!” I watched in the surveillance video as Starla, red-faced and furious, screamed at Samuel.
“It’s just temporary. I’ll get the demolition payout, divorce her immediately and then marry you. How does that sound?”
Samuel soothed her in a gentle tone.
“I don’t agree to this! Who knows if you’re just trying to manipulate me? And besides, even if you marry her, can you actually guarantee that you get a divorce that quickly? What will happen to me and the baby?” Starla clutched her belly, glaring at him angrily.
But Samuel’s patience started to wear thin as he kept thinking about the one and a half million dollars.
“One and a half million dollars is enough to save us years of hard work, enough to give you and the baby a better life.”
Hearing this, Starla began to waver. She and Samuel were both from rural backgrounds and that sum of money was life-changing.
That very day, Samuel and Starla went together to the civil affairs bureau.
Samuel was sweet-talking her in a soothing tone.
As he and Starla stepped out of the civil affairs bureau, I leaned against a Ferrari parked by the curb, watching them and calling out with a smile, “What a coincidence, you two!”
Samuel quickly stuffed his divorce application papers into his bag, a flash of panic crossing his face as he looked at me.
“Cass, what are you doing here?”
With a month left in the cooling-off period before the divorce could be finalized, he clearly felt guilty.
I lifted the document folder in my hand and pointed toward the nearby land bureau. “Demolition requires proof of assets, so I came over to get a property certificate.”
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief at that, just about to pat his chest in reassurance when my gaze sharpened. I looked at him and Starla, my tone turning cold.
“However… since you both showed up at the civil affairs bureau together, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
