After a brief silence, she gave a slight nod. "I'll try my best not to inconvenience you."
Silas didn't press the issue. He simply nodded in acknowledgment and continued, "You won't be required to live at The Summers Estate. If Aunt Rosemary decides to investigate, you just need to play along for a bit."
She nodded.
Silas went on, "When the two years are up, I'll announce it as an amicable divorce to spare both of us any unnecessary public scrutiny."
She was entirely on board with that plan.
"I agree to that."
"Any other additions?" Silas asked.
She shook her head.
Silas spoke again. "If your luck runs out and you don't survive the two years, according to tradition, your ashes will be interred in The Summers Family Chapel."
Alaina had completely overlooked that morbid detail. She immediately waved her hands in refusal. "That won't be necessary. Someone will handle my arrangements when the time comes."
A moment later, Zachary walked in.
Silas handed him the preliminary draft.
Zachary worked with incredible efficiency. Before long, he returned with the finalized, formal contract.
Alaina scanned the physical document in front of her, scrutinizing every clause word by word to ensure it perfectly matched what they had just negotiated, with no omissions or hidden traps.
She picked up the pen, her fingertips feeling slightly cold.
In a surreal haze, she realized Silas had already signed his name on the designated line—Silas Summers.
He handed the document over to her.
Alaina stared at his signature. It was bold, sharp, and aggressive, exactly like the man himself.
She knew that if she wanted to stop being dragged down by the chaos of her past, this was her best option.
Taking a quiet, steadying breath, she signed her name with deliberate care.
Once signed, the contract was split into two copies.
She tucked her copy into her bag and looked up at Silas. "There are ten days left until the thirty-day waiting period expires."
"I will ensure the divorce proceedings go through without a hitch," Silas replied, his face completely unreadable. "I'll see you at the courthouse."
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