“What’s the meaning of this?” I stared at the official hologram in my hand, one eyebrow raised. My brain, which had just been completely consumed by divorce drama, suddenly glitch-ed.Jonah leaned back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest, and smiled casually. “That’s my last gift. How about it? You like it, right?”“Huh?” I snorted, staring at him as if he’d just grown a second head. “I’m signing our divorce agreement. Why are you offering me a Marriage Registration Certificate as a gift? What a joke—”“That’s for you and Marco Marten.”The words slipped out, cutting off my protests with surgical precision.I don’t know how long passed after that. What was clear was that a long, absolute silence engulfed the entire room. Not a sound could be heard, not even the hum of the air conditioner. I could only stand still, staring straight into Jonah’s gray eyes. He wasn’t being sarcastic. His gaze was incredibly calm and… serious.“For me and Marco?” I repeated softly, my voice al
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