Ronald said that once he saw the person, the money would be transferred to my phone.
Of course, I had no reason to object, so I just nodded and agreed.
He turned to leave, his long legs making a few graceful strides before stopping again. With his back to me, he spoke, his voice low and a bit indifferent.
"Isabella, there’s still one day and two nights. You still have time to regret it."
He tossed out that confusing line and walked away without looking back.
I stood there in a daze, muttering under my breath, "Regret? Regret what?"
Regret divorcing him?
No way, right? Even now, he still thinks I divorced him just to get his attention and that I'd come crawling back in the end?
Suddenly, I remembered what he said before going abroad.
— "I’m only leaving for two
