Chapter 5

The next morning, I went back to my parents' house and took my mom to the clinic for a full checkup.

When the results came back, the doctor's face grew serious.

"Your mother's heart is severely damaged. She needs an urgent valve replacement. You need to prepare at least two hundred thousand dollars."

"And honestly, I highly recommend going to a top specialist clinic in New York. The success rate is much higher there."

My fingers dug into my palms, and I bit my lip to keep from crying.

In my past life, I didn't find out about my mother's worsening heart condition until she collapsed.

Older people always think they can just endure the pain. But her endurance ended up costing her her life.

After settling my mom back at home, I went straight to a divorce attorney and had him draft a paper.

Of course, it was an agreement where Logan would leave with absolutely nothing.

When Logan came home that night and saw the paper, he froze.

"I get nothing? I walk away empty-handed?"

I nodded naturally. "Yeah. Logan, it’s just a fake divorce. Once you get the buyout money, we’re getting remarried anyway. What are you worried about?"

"And didn't you say the legal waiting period takes a month?"

"Filing it this way will make the process go much faster!"

I added casually, "Oh, by the way, to transfer the deed of our house completely to my name, we need to clear the remaining mortgage. There's still a hundred thousand left. You should figure out a way to pay that off first."

"We have to transfer the deed too?" Logan’s voice cracked.

"Of course," I said, putting on a pout. "Otherwise, if the house stays in your name and we’re legally divorced, where am I supposed to live? What if you kick me out?"

Logan replied without thinking, "You can just keep living here! I would never kick you out. Like we said, it’s just a temporary thing."

I looked at him with teary eyes. "But I feel so insecure. We’re putting real signatures on a real divorce certificate, Logan."

Logan's brows furrowed deeply. He didn't want to sign this agreement, and he definitely didn't want to transfer the house to me.

He wanted to have his cake and eat it too—he wanted me to leave with nothing while he chased after Chloe’s millions.

But in this life, he wasn't getting away with it.

At bedtime, Logan made up an excuse about having to finish some work and went to sleep in the guest room.

Which was exactly what I wanted.

I stayed awake, waiting for the noises from the next room. I knew Logan would immediately call for backup.

Sure enough, around 1:00 AM, I heard his muffled voice through the wall.

Our apartment’s soundproofing was terrible, especially in the dead of night when everything else was silent.

I pressed my ear against the wall and listened to Logan calling his mother, Helen.