Accidental couple

On Valentine's Day, Callum Holt and I got divorced.

It was a uncontested divorce. The house, car, child, and savings all went to me; he only took his personal items.

This kind of divorce, where one left with nothing, typically happened when a man had committed an unforgivable offense in the marriage. But during our marriage, Callum hadn't really done anything wrong.

As I signed, I couldn't even remember why we ended up getting a divorce at the courthouse.

I cared deeply about my pride. Seeing him sign the papers without a moment's hesitation, as though he couldn't wait to be rid of me, it felt like his long-lost first love was standing outside the courthouse, eagerly waiting to welcome him back to freedom. I didn't hesitate any longer. I picked up the pen and signed quickly.

After leaving the courthouse, I went to get the car. As I opened the door, I instinctively turned to see if he had gotten in, but found that he was already waiting for a taxi by the roadside. Oh right, we had just divorced!

But we had once vowed to be together through thick and thin. How could he now act like he didn't even want to be in the same car?

After all we were through together and knowing it was hard to get a taxi around here, I stopped the car in front of him, saying, "Want a ride? We can share the road one last time."

But this guy didn't even look up, just coldly replied, "No need, I've called an Uber."

I was speechless. Well, there went my last ounce of sincerity, down the drain.

His coldness still stung me deeply. I drove to a deserted place, rolled up the windows, and cried uncontrollably.

What was I crying for? I didn't know! After all, apart from him, I hadn't lost anything.

Once I was done crying, I drove back home. He had already arrived downstairs with his suitcase.