Only Dante remained unfazed.

He’d had his fun, though. He stood up and followed her out.

Back home, he rubbed his temples, adopting a nonchalant tone. "First, run me a bath. Then, whip up some spiced honey cake. And also…"

Before he could finish, Celine produced divorce papers and her wedding ring.

"Dante, I want a divorce."

Dante had never in a million years thought Celine would be the one to initiate a divorce!

His mind went blank, a sudden static buzzing in his ears. He spun around.

"What do you mean?"

Celine repeated calmly, "I want a divorce. I've already drafted the papers and signed them. You're the only one left."

If he hadn't heard her words so clearly, Dante might have assumed he was losing it.

He figured Celine was still fuming about last night’s drama. "Just because I didn't let you celebrate Thanksgiving with me?" he asked incredulously.

It was absurd.

Ten years.

Celine had stuck by him, chased him for ten years!

He’d pulled stunts far worse than this countless times. And now she wanted a divorce?

Celine didn't bother explaining. She was exhausted after staying up all night.

She had envisioned a dignified farewell, but since that was clearly a pipe dream, a clean break was the next best thing.

Without another word, she stated flatly, "Fine, consider it that."

Dante's pupils constricted. He stared at her, his shock escalating.

Seeing he wasn't moving, Celine shoved the divorce papers toward him again.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted? What’s the hold-up? Aren’t you going to sign?"

Instantly, pure fury surged through him.

Fine. Divorce it is. Let’s see who cracks first.

Dante swallowed his rage, grabbed the papers with a steely expression, snatched a pen, and scribbled his name in a few sharp strokes.

"Are you absolutely sure about this? Once you walk out that door, I won’t take you back, not even if you beg."

This was his final offer.

But Celine acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. She placed her wedding ring on the table. "Don't worry, I won't."

Then, she went to the bedroom and collected the suitcase she’d packed the night before.

Before leaving, she saw Dante slumped on the sofa. She couldn't tell if he was still reeling from the shock or just simmering in his anger.

She paused, offering one last set of instructions. "Your stomach medicine is in the second compartment from the left, on the bottom shelf of the tall cabinet. Your usual dress shirts are on the south-facing row in the second section of the walk-in closet. The ties that match your suits are all in the drawer below the shirts…"

She continued listing things for a while.

Finally, she said, "Dante, take care of yourself after I'm gone."

And I’ll start my new life.

With that, she walked out, suitcase in tow, not daring to look back.

Dante watched her silhouette vanish, his expression darkening with each passing second.

Crash!

He kicked a chair, sending it hurtling across the room, where it splintered instantly.

Celine!

Let's see how long you can keep up this charade!

After leaving, Celine headed straight for a psychologist's office.

She'd booked the appointment ages ago.

The doctor opened her file and looked up. "You're here for hypnosis?"

Celine nodded. "Yes. I want to use hypnosis to forget someone. To completely start over."

"Are you sure? After the hypnosis, you won’t remember anything about him."

"I'm sure."

Her answer was firm.

Several hours later.

The door to the hypnosis room opened. Celine's eyes fluttered open as she lay on the bed.

The doctor asked, "Ms. Evans, do you remember Dante Williams?"

She looked up, her expression completely blank and unfamiliar.