"Aren't we getting a divorce? Let's go; we don't want to keep anyone waiting."
Ariana hesitated, searching my eyes for something—anything—before her gaze fell flat, meeting only the emptiness within me.
On our way to the courthouse, I gazed out the window at the rapidly passing streets, nostalgia washing over me.
I remembered taking this same route with Ariana when we went to get our marriage license.
Back then, we had nothing, no house, no car, not even a penny to our names.
We had taken the bus to the City Hall.
But we were filled with hope for the future.
Now, we had everything but each other.
In an attempt to make amends, Ariana insisted I could propose any terms for our divorce.
I chuckled softly. "How about transferring all the assets to my name?"
Even though I was on the brink of being erased from existence, I didn't want her to use that money for Marvin.
If I had to go, I'd rather my money go to charity than line Marvin's pockets.
Ariana's expression soured at my request.
"Why? The money we've saved over the years isn't just from your efforts!"