I flung his hand off with a cold re and said, "Gavin, I don''t love you anymore."


    The love I once had for him was gone, drained along with my tears the day my mother passed.


    In this one-sided rtionship, I sacrificed my youth and even indirectly caused the death of the person who loved me the most-my mom.


    If anything, the only emotion I had for Gavin would be hate.


    He shook his head in disbelief. "No, I don''t believe you. You must still be angry with me, right?"


    I took a deep breath, unwilling to argue further. "Gavin, do you think there''s any point in discussing this now? Don''t forget that Mandy is pregnant with your child."


    "Though that child isn''t really yours..." I added silently in my mind.


    Meanwhile, I, the one who was about to divorce him, was the one bearing his real child.


    However, that was something he probably wouldn''t know for the rest of his life.


    "Gracie, I was drunk that night. I thought Mandy was you..."


    "Gavin!" I couldn''t stand to listen to him any longer and cut him off coldly. "Enough! Let''s just get this over with and finalize the divorce."


    With that said, I turned and headed into the courthouse.


    Gavin hesitated for a moment but eventually followed along.


    It was a Tuesday, so the courthouse wasn''t too crowded.


    A smiling staff approached and pointed us in a direction. "Are you two here to register your marriage? The counter for that is over there..."


    "We''re here to get divorced," I replied.


    The staff froze. Her smile was slowly reced by an awkward expression as she looked us over.


    "My apologies. You two look so young, so I assumed you were here to register as newlyweds..."


    Her expression changed to one of pity as she added, "You two look like such a great match. You can''t have been married long, right? It''s not easy for two people toe together in the first ce. Getting divorced is a big decision. Please don''t act on impulse."


    I shook my head. "This isn''t an impulsive decision. We''ve thought it through."


    She sighed, still looking regretful. "Alright then. The divorce counter is over there. Please take a number."


    Following the direction she pointed at, I went to the kiosk and got a ticket. There weren''t many people ahead of us, so our turn came quickly.


    "Do you have all the necessary documents?" the staff member at the counter asked.


    "Yes," I nodded quickly, taking the documents from my folder and handing them


    over.


    "What about the husband''s documents?"


    I turned to look at Gavin.


    A flicker of hesitation and struggle crossed his face, but after a brief pause, he pulled out his documents from a folder and ced them on the table.


    I reached out to take the documents, but he pressed them down with his hand.


    Startled, I looked at him, only to see a sh of pain and turmoil in his eyes.


    "Gavin?"


    His jaw was clenched tightly as he stared at me, his gaze unwavering for a long time. Finally, he released the documents.


    I quickly retrieved the documents and handed them to the staff.


    The staff member frowned slightly, alternating their gaze between the two of us as


    they reviewed the papers. "Are both parties divorcing voluntarily?"


    "Yes," I answered immediately.


    However, Gavin remained silent.


    I frowned out of frustration and shot Gavin a nce, unsure who he was trying to


    impress with thisst-minute disy of sentimentality.


    Sensing my displeasure, he finally exhaled deeply and nodded, "Yes, it''s voluntary."