Two days passed quickly.
Early in the morning, Eileen washed up and went to the Civil Registry Office.
She deliberately started late.
Luke was not a punctual person after all.
To be more precise, he was punctual to anyone but her.
When she arrived at the Civil Registry Office, however, that familiar black car was seen parked by the road.
Eileen was stunned.
It turned out that he could be punctual.
She had an inexplicable feeling. It was not pain. She just felt cold and numb.
Perhaps her heart had already been numb.
Still, she felt bitter inside.
Luke saw her and taunted, "Didn't you want to divorce me? You're late. Are you still playing games with me?"
A sneer tugged at Eileen's lips. "11 am. is the appointed time. Now it's ten to 11. I'm not late. You came early."
She was not late.
Eager he was, he had come early.
Were their eight years of marriage so stifling?
Luke's narrowed eyes glanced coldly at her.
Then he strode forward alone.
Eileen followed him, staring at his back with mixed feelings.
Everyone has emotions.
But it seemed that in Luke’s mind, she had been immune to pain.
His face expressionless, Luke agreed and signed the papers.
His arrogance was a stark contrast to her elegance.
When they came out of the Civil Registry Office, Luke's cell phone rang. An urgent call from the office. In no time, he drove away.
Eileen stared at the papers.
The agreement pronounced the end of their marriage.
From now on, they were strangers.
Eileen returned to the apartment and packed her things.
The apartment was owned by Luke.
Now that they had divorced, she couldn't live there any longer.
With a trunk in tow, she walked in the street aimlessly.
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