After Our Fake Divorce, I Transferred My Ten-Million-Yuan Dowry, and My Husband Went Mad

"Lin Ya, I need you to cooperate with me on the divorce." Shen Muhan sat behind his desk without even looking up, his tone as flat as if he were giving a work report. My hand trembled slightly around the teacup. In my previous life, when I heard those words, I cried and begged him, refusing to sign no matter what. In the end, we both went down fighting, and I was murdered in the hospital. This time, I set down the teacup and stood up. "All right. When are we going?" Shen Muhan finally looked up. A flicker of surprise passed through his dark eyes. "You... aren't going to ask why?" "If you've said so, you must have your reasons." I straightened...