Chapter 440 Divorce
After Seraphina wrapped up her call with Cecilia, she hit up Dashiell next.
Two weeks had gone by without a peep from Dashiell, not even a casual "what's up."
And yeah, they hadn't seen each other either.
She figured a guy like Dashiell was probably better off flying solo anyway.
The call connected, and she heard that familiar voice.
"Let's get divorced tomorrow," Seraphina said, cool as ice.
No hesitation on the other end, not even a beat. "Okay."
"What time works for you?" she asked.
Dashiell thought for a sec.
He had rehab in the morning and a video call at 2 PM.
He ran a small company that needed his attention now and then.
The meeting would probably drag on for a couple of hours, covering the monthly wrap-up and next month's plans.
"How about 4:30 PM?" he said.
"Cool, I'll meet you at the entrance at 4:30," Seraphina replied.
"Okay." Dashiell nodded.
With that, Seraphina hung up right away.
Dashiell stared at his phone, kinda dazed.
He'd actually thought Seraphina should've asked for a divorce ages ago.
Half a month had passed, which was longer than he expected.
But hey, she finally did it.
For him, the sooner it was over, the less he'd have to hope for.
The next day at 4:30 PM, Dashiell showed up at the courthouse right on time.
He had a cane, but his walk was getting steadier.
It wouldn't be long before he could walk normally again.
Seraphina was at the entrance, watching him approach without saying a word.
Dashiell walked up to her, looking super calm.
To be real, they were both pretty chill.
"Let's go in," Dashiell said.
Seraphina, who usually loved being fashionably late, was surprisingly on point about this.
"Okay," she replied.
They walked into the hall together.
Who would've thought that even at 4:30 PM, there'd be a line for divorces?
They had to wait for about twenty minutes before the staff called them in.
Seraphina sat down first.
Dashiell, with his leg, took a bit longer to sit, and Seraphina watched the whole thing, stone-faced.
The judge handling the divorce couldn't help but comment, "No wonder you're getting divorced. You don't even care about each other. What's the point in staying together?"
Seraphina's face twitched a bit.
Weren't the staff supposed to try and talk them out of a divorce?
Not only did they not persuade, but they also stirred the pot.
And it was clearly aimed at her.
Damn!
She had no feelings for Dashiell anymore, so why should she care if he could sit down properly?
Besides, did he appreciate it when she was good to him before?
Just now, watching his slow movements, she had reached out her hand but then pulled it back.
She had sworn she'd never humiliate herself in front of Dashiell again.
"Marriage certificate, divorce agreement," the staff said coldly.
Seraphina quickly pulled out the documents, but she totally forgot she needed to prep a divorce agreement.
Just as she was about to ask if she could scribble it out on the spot, she saw Dashiell already had it ready.
He politely asked the staff, "Can I borrow your pen?"
The staff nodded and smiled, "Go ahead."
Looked like the staff had a soft spot for Dashiell.
Older women always seemed to dig his looks.
"Thanks." Dashiell took the pen and handed it to Seraphina. "Since we don't have any property to split and no kids, the agreement's pretty straightforward. Check it out, and if it's cool, sign it and put your fingerprint on it."
Seraphina glanced up at Dashiell.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered when Dashiell used to help her with homework as a kid.
Her grades sucked, so she was always stuck after school for extra lessons, getting home super late. The family would wait for her to get home before they could eat dinner. She always thought Dashiell helped her just so they could eat sooner.
There was one time, when Dashiell probably had enough. She remembered it was the night before a physics test. Dashiell grabbed a workbook and strolled into her room, saying, "I've taken a crack at tomorrow's test questions, probably got about 80% of them right. I've circled them all for you. Just tackle them tonight, jot down the answers, and you should be able to pass."
Seraphina, half-believing, half-doubting, reluctantly accepted, thinking about the long extra lessons if she failed.
She diligently tackled each question, with Dashiell by her side, but by the end, she had mostly answered incorrectly.
Dashiell couldn't understand how someone could do so poorly, scoring zero, not even guessing a single multiple-choice question correctly.
He picked up Seraphina's answers and explained each question to her.
Dashiell's voice was always pleasant, even through puberty. It was always pleasant, even now. He was very serious and meticulous when explaining, his long eyelashes fluttering in front of her.
She wouldn't dare to say she didn't have feelings for Dashiell back then.
"Seraphina," Dashiell called her, noticing she was lost in thought. "Is there a problem with the agreement?"
Seraphina snapped back to reality.
She quickly signed her name on the agreement and put her fingerprint on it.
They handed their documents and the agreement to the staff.
After verification, the divorce was granted.
The divorce decree was placed in front of them.
Seraphina took the decree and looked at it seriously.
So, divorce was really this simple to complete.
From now on, she and Dashiell would truly have no more ties.
Dashiell watched Seraphina carefully examining the divorce decree.
He remembered how she didn't even look at the marriage certificate when they got married, even wanting to tear it up. The contrast was stark.
Indeed, this marriage was just a farce for both of them.
In the end, it would conclude with everyone going their separate ways.
Dashiell took his cane and left first.
He didn't say a word to Seraphina, fearing that speaking would bring tears.
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