Chapter 7

Felix used to call me Amy. But since we were reborn, he hadn't uttered that name once.

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I was a light sleeper, so when Felix came home, I woke up.

I lay still, curious to see what he would do when he found me seemingly asleep.

But Felix did nothing. He walked past me, not even bothering to cover me with a blanket.

I sat up and threw the divorce agreement at his back.

He paused, his back muscles taut and his posture elegant.

"Don't damage it.

"If I redraft it, you'll get a lot less."

The moonlight filtered into the room.

I spotted Felix's calm expression and his deep, cold eyes.

"I won't sign."

I glared at him defiantly.

He seemed to have expected this, nodding calmly. "Fine. We'll settle this in court."

"Felix, you're a damn jerk!"

I lunged at him, but he overpowered me with ease.

Under the crescent moon, he pinned me down onto the sofa and gripped my neck without tenderness.

I bit the soft spot between his thumb and forefinger, but he remained unfazed, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Then, he suddenly released me, his knuckles brushing gently across my cheek.

[You can cry, huh?]

With that cryptic, indifferent remark, Felix left me alone in the living room.

I pressed my hands hard against my eyes, as if that could stop the tears from welling up.

"Don't leave me."

This was a plea I'd vowed never to say again since I was ten years old.