He picked her up and dropped her off from work, stayed by her side when she was sick, and showered her with attention at school events.
Vincent bought her designer clothes, massive bouquets, and even sponsored events just to showcase her.
He had practically become her personal guardian angel.
As for my reason for agreeing to the divorce, it was simpler.
I didn't keep what had already been used by someone else.
Looking at our slightly faded marriage license, the clerk suggested we take a moment to think about the times we once shared.
"I'm busy. Let's get this over with," Vincent said coldly.
His blunt remark hastened the process.
About half an hour later, Vincent and I each received a divorce cooling-off period receipt.
He pressed his lips together.
"Mia, where are you going? Let me give you a ride."
Before I could refuse, he was already heading to the parking lot, bringing the car right to me.
I reached for the passenger seat instinctively but then remembered that we were no longer married.
I met his complex gaze and calmly took the back seat.
The car moved smoothly forward, merging with the traffic.