Isaiah's smile froze for a moment. Nonetheless, he quickly composed himself—there was not even a flicker of guilt in his eyes after being exposed. His love for me had been nothing but a performance, and now, the real Isaiah was on full display—cold, selfish, and arrogant. He shrugged and said, "Looks like you really love me, huh? Recognizing me just from the back of my head."I stared at him, stunned. Then, my emotions finally erupted, and I shouted, "Isaiah, you're not worthy of my love! You're nothing but a piece of trash!"My entire body was trembling as I pulled the divorce papers I had prepared from my bag and threw them at him. I demanded, "Sign them!" Isaiah glanced at me in surprise, picking up the papers. As he flipped through them, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. He double-checked the documents as if he thought he had read them wrong, but the truth was plain—there was no mention of me asking for alimony. He looked at me with confusion and asked, "So,
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