Regrt 84

Chapter 84

I was suddenly taken aback and instinctively glanced at Ryan. He appeared calm and gentle, holding me in his arms, looking nothing like someone who was here for a divorce. The floor of the hall was dry, and I gently freed myself from his grasp, pursing my lips. “No, we’re here to get divorced.”

“Oh…”

The staff member seemed regretful. “It’s not easy for two people to come together. You seem to have a good relationship. Why do you want a divorce? Getting divorced is not a small matter. Please don’t be impulsive. Once there’s a crack, it’s hard to mend.”

I lowered

my gaze helplessly. “You might have gotten the sequence mixed up. Cracks don’t appear because of divorce. Divorce happens because there are cracks.”

Few couples would want to divorce unless they had no other choice.

The staff member stopped trying to dissuade us. “Well, go ahead. There aren’t many people here because of the heavy rain. You can go to any available counter.

“Okay, thank you.”

After thanking them, I found the nearest available counter and sat down. “Hello, I’m here to file for divorce.”

‘Do you have all the documents?”

“Yes.”

I handed over my ID card, marriage certificate, and household register. Then I looked at Ryan who was still standing. “And yours?”

He seemed to be lost in thought, only reacting when prompted. On his perfectly flawless handsome face, there was a swirling mix of obscure emotions, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. “I have them.”

“Give them to me.”

The staff member reached out, but Ryan remained motionless. The hand holding the document folder was clenched tightly, veins popping out, yet he made no move.

I couldn’t help but urge, “Ryan?”

“Yes,” he said softly, a hint of pain seemed to have flashed in his eyes. But finally, under my prompting, he handed over the document folder.

The staff member frowned. “Are you both filing for divorce willingly?”

“Yes.”

I answered without hesitation, but the person beside me remained silent.

The staff member looked at Ryan. “Sir? If you haven’t thought it through, you can go home and discuss it again.”

“He’s thought it through,” I said calmly. “The marriage certificate is in my hands. We don’t want to hurt each other, so he’s thought it through.”

+15 BONUS

At my reminder, Ryan closed his eyes briefly and nodded silently.

But only I could see that his hands were clenched into fists, as he suppressed his emotions.

But I had no intention of giving up.

After all, he had also made his choice.

So why put on this facade of deep affection in front of me?

The staff member flipped through the documents and asked, “Do you have children? Any assets to divide?

“No children.” I spoke with a bitter taste, then added, “Assets are made clear in the divorce agreement. I just want one house.”

“Hey, why isn’t there your signature on the divorce agreement?”

The staff member handed over the agreement. “It’s different from what you’ve said. Please discuss and sign it before coming back.”

“Okay.”

I took the agreement and walked aside.

The last time before giving the agreement to Ryan, I had definitely signed it.

I frowned, glanced at Ryan in confusion, and then looked at the divorce agreement.

Soon, I found that it wasn’t the one I drafted. He had made changes.

Apart from the apartment in the Lake Garden, there was also 10% of the Frost Group’s shares.

I licked my lips and looked at Ryan. “I said I only want the house. I don’t want the shares.”

Having an apartment to live in was enough for me to support myself and my child.

Divorce was meant to be clean and clear, and holding onto that ten percent share would inevitably mean frequent encounters.

Ryan’s jaw tightened, his voice warm yet firm. “It was originally yours.”

*Isn’t the share something your mother left behind? She probably wanted to give it to her future daughter- in–law.”

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