This man had loved her for five years. For her sake, he'd abandoned his studies, given up his dreams—even turned down an invitation to join the most prestigious mathematics institute in the United States.
She was his everything.
Monday morning. Clear skies.
After dropping Penelope off at school, Wilfred drove to Family Court and waited for Hildegarde outside.
A light drizzle began to fall.
At quarter past ten, a black Porsche Panamera pulled up in front of the building.
Patrick and Hildegarde stepped out together.
Walking side by side, inseparable—they looked every bit the couple in love.
As if staking his claim, Patrick wrapped his arm around Hildegarde's waist right in front of Wilfred.
"Wilfred, you're here early."
Patrick's tone was thick with mockery.
Hildegarde looked at Wilfred, her eyes full of contempt. "Wilfred, I wonder how long you can keep up this act. You wanted a divorce, didn't you? Why aren't you going inside? Having second thoughts?"
Wilfred met her gaze calmly.
After everything he'd been through, his heart was still as water.
Her words no longer had the power to send his thoughts spiraling.
"ID and marriage certificate—you brought them?"