Chapter 4

On the last day of the experience, Hunter notified me to come home.

He said the seven days were over.

The keys, the bracelet, and my resignation certificate would be returned in person.

And it was time to officially deal with the problems between us.

Before I even pushed the door open, I saw through the crack that the living room had been decorated just like in previous years when he announced the game was over.

Champagne, cake, and ribbons—nothing was missing.

But the walls were covered with photos of me breaking down and losing my composure over the past three years.

Below the photos were the bets.

Betting on which minute I would admit defeat after seeing the divorce papers this time.

Megan was still wearing my nightgown, sitting on the sofa, with Hunter standing beside her.

Someone started jeering with a laugh:

"You two clearly have feelings for each other. Since Olivia isn't here yet anyway, why don't you two have a heart-to-heart."

"Exactly. When hasn't she just given in after throwing a fit all these years? What are you two still pretending for?"

"On the sixteenth of last month, I saw you two coming out of a hotel together with my own eyes."

"Your necks were covered in hickeys. Are you still pretending to just be friends?"

Outside the door, my fingers instantly froze.

The sixteenth of last month.

That day, my stomach hurt so much I couldn't stand straight. I called Hunter three times.

He said he was in a meeting and couldn't leave, telling me to find some medicine to take, or go to the hospital myself if I really couldn't bear it.

So he wasn't busy. He was accompanying Megan to a hotel.

In the living room, Megan looked up at Hunter. As if taking his silence as permission, she reached out, hooked his tie, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

Hunter didn't push her away immediately.

Only after she pulled back did he frown, as if suddenly remembering something, his tone turning a bit heavier.

"Olivia took it too far this time."

"Let's forget about this kind of game in the future."

Hearing those words, I only found it ridiculous.

So even sleeping together could still be called a game.

I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The living room was no longer as rowdy as just now.

The jeering had already died down, leaving only the awkward, intimate tension they hadn't had time to hide.

And right in the middle of the coffee table sat a divorce agreement, placed perfectly straight.

There was a trace of unease in his expression that he couldn't hide in time, but mostly, it was still certainty.

He was certain that I would still lower my head and admit defeat like I had in the past three years.

Someone reminded with a smile:

"Liv, the year before last, you signed a fake agreement and cried so hard you couldn't even write your name completely."

"Don't get the paper wet this time."

Megan advised me softly:

"Don't take it seriously."

"Hunter just wants to confirm that you still love him."

Hunter leaned back on the sofa, his tone certain.

"As long as you admit you were jealous, apologize to Megan, and put your wedding ring back on."

"This agreement will be destroyed on the spot."

I opened the document. The assets, real estate, and marriage information were all real.

The notary seals were also crystal clear.

To make me believe him, Hunter had really prepared a valid divorce agreement.

But he still didn't believe I would dare sign it.

He even had his friends point their cameras at my face.

Preparing to record my fourth breakdown.

Before the countdown ended, I picked up the pen.

A smile had already appeared on Hunter's lips.

He probably thought I would grip the pen and cry, asking him if he really didn't want me anymore, just like the year before last.

But I didn't argue, nor did I shed a tear. I just signed my name at the end of the agreement, stroke by stroke.

The laughter in the living room came to a screeching halt.