Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Reflexively, my lips curled into a smile as I saw him, through the glass walls of the bureau, alight from his car and sauntered toward the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

I arrived here about five minutes ago and I had half expected that I would have to wait for quite a long time before he would get here. But here he was waltzing into the bureau just like we agreed. He spotted me quite fast. Then he turned and walked toward me.

"Well, hello."

He nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Hey."

"I didn't expect you to be this early," I said as I got on my feet, hanging my bag on my shoulder.

His shoulders didn't move more than an inch as he shrugged slightly, "I told you I was gonna be here at the time you stated. I gave you my word, I wasn't about to go back on them."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I raised my eyebrows, unable to stop myself from grinning. To be honest, I was impressed. Was this Doris influence?

"Okay, let's go." I told him and led the way to the office of the judge.

My smile widened each time I felt or looked at the paper in my hand. Finally, I was no more Mrs Torres. It felt effing good.

Our divorce registration had gone extremely smooth. I guess I should have expected that we would be treated like kings because it was Mark. We were given special VIP treatment, making everything swift and they kept smiling at Mark too, hoping to get in his good books.

I turned to see Mark walking behind. His lips were set grimly and he looked straight ahead, the set of his jaw refusing to betray his emotions or thoughts.

He must have noticed my gaze on him because he turned to me, "Any problem?" He raised perfectly arched brows and asked.

I shook my head, "I don't think me being glad that we finally got divorced is a problem so no. I'm just really happy that we have this now," I raised the certificate in the air.

He nodded, "Of course, you are."

The silence stretched endlessly between us as we walked to the entrance. Then his voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence, "So what are you going to do next?"

I scoffed, "What else? Ofcourse, I'll go find another man to get marry." I looked up to see his expression. There was a slight crease in his forehead and this time, I could tell that he was surprised and bemused. I elaborated, "You know, exchange vows and get trapped in a marriage with another man who will dislike me just as much as I dislike him."

He shook his head slightly and looked ahead again but could see the twitch of his lips as he held back his smile.

He removed his hands from his pocket and handed me a card. I stopped walking as I took it from him with a frown and turned it over on my palm. "What's thi I stopped and looked up at him. I found his eyes

on me. "Have you withdrawn it? I haven't received any notification," I muttered as I started to riffle through my bag for my phone but his words stopped me.

"There's no notification. I didn't withdraw anything."

I eyed him, my gaze shifting from the card to his face, "Why? What's the matter? The amount in the account isn't complete?" I started to hand the card back to him. "I'm sure there's more than enough in it but I'll reconfirm then-"

"Just take the card, Sydney," he said exasperatedly and cut me off.

I regarded him for a while. "Why?" That mask was over his face again as he returned my stare, his eyes unreadable, "You don't want a break-up f*e anymore?" I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?"

He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f'e is even embarrassing.”

I laughed out loud, "Well, it's my pleasure that you're embarrassed," I mused as I carefully tucked my card in my bag. I couldn't help but notice that the man before me seemed different. It wasn't the grumpy volatile Mark I lived with. If only he was this understanding and communicating in our marriage, mbel wouldn't have had any desire to leave the marriage.