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At nine o’clock that night, Leon had just arrived at the mansion, his face weary.

In his hand was a brown folder containing their marriage contract.

His decision was firm—tonight, he would end everything.

When he reached Giselle’s room, he paused for a moment. His breath felt heavy.

He knocked lightly. “Giselle.”

A few seconds later, the door opened slightly. Giselle’s face appeared behind it.

Her tone was curt. “What now? Are you here to yell at me again?”

Leon looked at her seriously. “We need to talk.”

“If this is about that old witch, I’m not interested,” she replied quickly. “I want to sleep, Mr. Leon.”

Leon restrained...