"Wilfred, you're really going through with this?!"
Hildegarde's eyes went wide, anger slowly building in them.
Wilfred simply turned and walked toward the entrance.
"Stop right there!"
A flash of panic crossed Hildegarde's face. She hurried after him and grabbed his hand. "Wilfred, I'll say this one last time. Come home with me now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
"It's not too late to turn back."
Wilfred glanced over at Patrick, who stood nearby with a smug, challenging look on his face. Then he gently removed Hildegarde's hand from his.
"Let's go. You never loved me anyway. Staying together would only mean more suffering for both of us."
"I'm setting you free."
"You—!"
"...Fine. If you want a divorce, let's get divorced."
"Wilfred, I hope you don't regret this."
She spat the words out and stormed into the building.
The process was straightforward.
With the divorce agreement already prepared, there was no need for mediation. The cooling-off period had been waived. Within the hour, their marriage certificate had been split in two and replaced with divorce papers.
The moment Wilfred stepped outside, the drizzle stopped.
The sun broke through the clouds.