She turned to Victor, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness. "Babe, if you're getting your divorce certificate anyway, why don't we just get our marriage license today too?"
Victor blinked, clearly caught off guard. Hesitation flickered across his face.
"Today? Getting married right after a divorce... wouldn't that look bad?"
"Who cares how it looks! I don't care—I want it today! I want everyone to know I'm your real wife!"
Rebecca shook his arm relentlessly, even pretending to storm off in a huff.
Victor wavered, his gaze drifting toward me almost involuntarily, as if gauging my reaction.
I watched their little performance, and slowly—very slowly—a strange smile curved my lips.
"Say yes."
My voice came out hoarse, cutting through the rain with unsettling clarity.
