Overwhelmed with sorrow, Raegan stammered, “I can keep pretending to be your wife..."

Mitchel's rejection was immediate and firm, his gaze on her cool and distant, "I don't want that."

Raegan was taken aback by his stoic response.

"I can't lie to him now."

His reasoning sounded valid, but Raegan couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling for his trap.

“But... Raegan began, hesitantly.

Mitchel cut her off, his expression growing stern, "This remarriage is only for my grandfather's sake, of course..."

After a brief pause, he added nonchalantly, “You're not being forced.

Your options are to remarry me or to have sex with me here."

Raegan felt her cheeks burn, trapped between two undesirable choices.

But the thought of his grandfather made her agree to endure the former option for three months.

She spoke up, a hint of resolve in her voice, “Let's keep this secret. I don't want Luciana to find out about our remarriage. And after three months, you'll divorce me, right?"

Mitchel's nod was cold and detached.

Raegan felt a slight relief and continued, "Then, let's sign both the prenuptial and divorce papers now. It will save us the trouble in three months."

Raegan handled the situation with a business-like approach, treating it as a mere transaction. Her attitude seemed to stir something within Mitchel.

She noticed a hint of displeasure in his expression, his eyes taking on a colder hue.

Nevertheless, she pressed on and went to a nearby photocopy shop to print out the divorce agreement, insisting that Mitchel sign it right after her.

Mitchel held the pen tightly, his force almost tearing the thin paper of the agreement.

He hesitated for a moment before signing his name with a swift motion.

His face was expressionless and distant throughout the process.