Lost Me Gained Regret

I froze for a second, glancing instinctively at Bryant.

He looked as calm as ever, his eyes soft and warm, holding me close in a way that screamed anything but 'we're here to get divorced."

The hall floor was dry, contrasting sharply with the storm outside. I gently pulled away from his embrace, my lips pressing together. "No, we're here to file for divorce."

"Oh..." The staff member looked genuinely disappointed, "It's not easy for two people to come together, and you seem on good terms. Why decide on a divorce? It's a big decision. Don't act hastily. Once there's a crack, it's hard to mend."

I looked down, feeling helpless. "You might have it backward. Cracks don't appear because of divorce. We're here because we couldn't mend those cracks." Few couples would head down this path if they weren't at their wits' end.

Seeing no point in persuading further, the clerk sighed. "Fine then. The rain has kept most folks at home. We're all at your service."

"Thanks," I said, heading to the nearest available employee. "Hi, we'd like to process a divorce."

"Got all the necessary documente

"Yes, here they are." I handed over my documents and looked at Bryant, still standing. "Yours?"

He seemed lost in thought. His perfect face clouded with mixed emotions, and he said in a rough voice. "Yeah, got them."

"Hand them over, please." The clerk reached out, but Bryant didn't move, his hand gripping the document envelope tightly, veins standing out on his hand.

"Bryant?" I urged.

"Hmm." He finally responded, a flicker of pain in his eyes, but under my insistent gaze, he handed over the documents.

The clerk frowned. "Are you both sure about this? If there's any doubt, you might take some time to think it over."

"He's sure." I spoke calmly, "Our marriage could hurt his darling at any moment. He's thought it through."

Bryant closed his eyes briefly as if to concede. Yet, only I could see his clenched fists, the emotional turmoil beneath his calm exterior.

But my resolve didn't waver. Hadn't Bryant made his choice as well? Why did he playing

Mr. Romeo in front of me?

"Any children? And have you agreed on how to split your assets?" the clerk asked as he flipped through our documents.

"No children," I said, the words tasting bitter. "The assets are divided as per the agreement. I only want the house."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Ah, but you haven't signed the gave divorce agreement," the clerk gave it to me. "And what's written here doesn't match what you've said. Go over it and come back once it's signed."

"Okay." Taking the agreement to the side, I was puzzled. I had signed it before handing it to Bryant.

Frowning, I glanced at him, then back at the document. It wasn't the agreement I had prepared. He had change it. In addition to the Riverview Estate house, there was also that ten percent share in his company.

Licking my lips, I looked at him. "I said I only wanted the house. I don't need the shares."

Having a place to live was enough for me and my child. I could take care of us. The point, of the divorce was to make a clean break, not to be tied down by shares that would require us to see each other frequently.

Bryant's jaw was tight, but his voice was firm, almost gentle. "It's rightfully yours."

"The shares belonged to your mother, didn't they? She probably meant them for your future wife."