Chapter 83 Don't Bother Me Anymore
Susan showed up at the Vital Records Office right on time at 8:30 AM the next day.
The gloomy weather mirrored her mood. Even with light makeup and a black coat, her slightly swollen eyes betrayed her sadness.
Seb wasn't there yet when she arrived. She checked her watch; he was five minutes late, which was unusual for him.
Just then, Seb walked in, followed by Leon. Seb looked sharp in his black cashmere coat, though he had a bit of stubble that added to his rugged charm.
Their eyes met briefly before Susan looked away, not wanting him to see her inner turmoil.
Seb glanced at Leon, who then greeted Susan and asked, "Mrs. Anderson, did you take a number?"
Susan was confused. She'd never been through a divorce before and didn't know she needed a number, so she shook her head.
"I'll get it," Leon said, heading to the number machine.
Seb stepped forward and said, "If you have any demands, now's the time to bring them up."
Susan looked up, realizing he thought she might make financial demands. "Seb, I have no demands. Just don't bother me in the future," she said, raising her chin.
Only Susan knew how insincere her words were, but she couldn't show weakness in front of Seb.
Seb had hoped she'd make an unreasonable demand so he could delay the divorce, but she seemed eager to cut ties completely.
Anger surged in Seb, and he said coldly, "Do you think you're so special?"
Before Susan could respond, Leon returned with a slip of paper. "Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson, there are a lot of people getting divorced today. We're number twenty-eight, so it probably won't be our turn this morning," he said.
Susan saw the slip and felt a wave of emotion; even divorces required waiting in line.
Seeing neither Seb nor Susan spoke, Leon suggested, "How about coming back tomorrow?"
"Can't we come in the afternoon?" Seb asked.
Susan didn't back down. "The office opens at 1:30 PM. We can come early to get a number."
"Alright then," Seb agreed.
Leon sweated, his hope that the crowd would stall the divorce fading as neither he nor his spouse yielded.
Susan turned to leave, but just then, a young couple holding hands walked in.
The young man approached Leon and said, "Hey, are you here for a divorce? I have number three. Want to trade?"
Leon frowned. He had just managed to delay things, and now this guy shows up?
"No, that's okay. You should keep it," Leon replied quickly, glancing at Seb's darkened face.
"No worries. We're not getting divorced anymore. We made up!" the young man said, smiling and holding his partner's hand. She looked just as happy.
Speechless, Leon realized he'd never handled a situation this tricky for Seb, despite their history.
While Leon hesitated, Susan looked at Seb, whose hands were in his coat pockets, his face icy.
Susan reached out and took the slip from the young man, saying, "Thanks!"
Leon was stunned, and Seb's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Number 003, please proceed to the window," the announcement called.
Susan didn't expect number three to be called so quickly. She felt frozen.
But Seb, already fuming, strode to the window. Susan, feeling miserable, followed him.
They sat side by side at window number one, handed over their documents, and after a few questions, the clerk brought out the divorce certificates.
Seb signed his name without hesitation. Susan followed suit, mimicking his decisiveness.
After leaving the office, they were officially divorced.
She put the certificate in her bag, feeling its weight like a thousand pounds.
She thought she'd feel relieved after the divorce, but she felt even more conflicted.
Seb didn't say a word, walked down the steps, and got into the car.
Susan slowly walked down the steps. Just as she was about to leave, Leon caught up with her.
"Ms. Wilson, please get in the car!"
"I'm going back to get my luggage," she said. She was no longer Seb's wife and needed to leave quickly. She had packed her bags the night before.
"Mr. Anderson is also going home. It's on the way," Leon explained.
Susan still refused, "I can call a cab."
Leon hesitated and said, "Shouldn't you move out while Mr. Anderson is there?"
Susan understood. Seb wanted to make sure she didn't take anything valuable.
Feeling indignant, Susan got into the car.
This time, she chose to sit in the front passenger seat, not in the back with Seb.
Any lingering feelings for Seb evaporated, replaced by pure contempt. He was no better than Andrew.
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