The Divorcee Amazed the World

Arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Helena received three copies of the divorce agreement. She picked up a pen, swiftly signed her name where required, and handed the pen to him, softly saying, “Hurry up and sign.”

Willis stared at her intently, suddenly grabbing her hand and heading towards the exit. Helena forcefully pulled her hand away, gazing at him with calm eyes. “Let’s part amicably, leaving each other a bit of dignity. Entanglement serves no purpose.”

Her voice was calm but irresistible.

For the first time, Willis realized that gentleness was also a form of strength. It was more difficult to refuse than shouting and yelling.

He looked at her, his eyes gradually turning red, and in a low, hoarse voice, he asked, “Are you really willing to leave me?”

Suppressed emotions were on the verge of erupting.

Helena’s heart felt swollen, an uncomfortable sensation. She turned her head away, saying in a dull tone, “Sign it, please sign it quickly.”

She was almost begging him.

Willis stared at her fair earlobe for a long time before speaking with a hint of gnashing teeth, “Don’t regret it.”

Listening closely, his voice had a somewhat resentful tone.

Helena, with a firm heart, replied, “I won’t regret it.”

Willis went back, picked up the pen, and signed rapidly, somewhat fueled by stubbornness.

After signing, the divorce certificate was printed within a minute.

Holding the scalding divorce certificate, Willis asked a surprising question that stunned everyone, “How do we go about the remarriage procedures?”

The staff was taken aback, about to explain to him.

Helena hurriedly grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.

As soon as they stepped outside, Helena breathed a long sigh of relief.

Willis watched her relaxed expression, feeling a mix of emotions.

Looking up at the cafe across the street, named “Love at First Sight.”

Willis checked his watch and said, “It’s still early; let’s go in for coffee.”

“Okay.”

The two entered the café.

Willis ordered a cappuccino for Helena and a black coffee for himself.

The coffee was served.

Holding the cup, Helena said, “In the future, drink less alcohol and smoke less. Take care of yourself.”

“You too. Moon Villa, the suite, I’ll leave it for you,” Willis suggested.

Helena shook her head, “No, I want to draw a clear line from the past and start anew.”

Willis tightened his grip on the cup, “Does that past include me?”

Helena nodded, “Yes.”

Willis felt his heart suffocating.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

A feeling of almost breathlessness.

He took a deep breath and said, “Do you remember three years ago when we first met here?”

Helena nodded, “I remember.”

Willis stared at her fair fingers, “It was cold back then. You came to see me, and your hands were so red from the cold. I felt particularly distressed watching.”

Helena lowered her eyelashes.

In her heart, she thought: At that time, you were in a wheelchair, looking so handsome, yet your eyes were so melancholic. I also felt distressed.

But she didn’t say it out loud, just quietly drank her coffee.

Putting down the cup, she grabbed her bag, stood up, and calmly said, “I’m leaving.”

Willis hadn’t touched his coffee at all.

He also stood up, “I’ll walk you out.”

The two walked out, one after the other, from the café.

Helena said, “My mom drove over. I’ll go back with her.”

Willis hesitated, “I’ll accompany you to your mom’s car.”

“Okay.”

Helena led the way, stopping in front of a black Land Rover.

She said softly, “I’m here. You can go back now.”

Willis looked at the large and masculine Land Rover, feeling puzzled. “Do you like this kind of car?”

Helena smiled, “My mom bought it. She likes it, saying she wants to be a woman as fierce as a tiger.”

It was initially a humorous point, but Willis couldn’t laugh.

He asked, “What car do you like? I’ll have someone arrange it for you.”

“No need,” Helena replied.

Willis took out his phone, and his fingers moved across the screen.

Soon, Helena received a transfer notification. Looking at the amount, it was quite substantial.

Willis said, “Buy one you like.”

Helena didn’t want to go back and forth with him, just thanked him.

As she reached for the car door handle, Willis suddenly hugged her.

Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against her forehead, holding her head and maintaining contact for a long time.

Their breaths were close, and their hearts were beating rapidly.

Helena’s eyes glistened with tears, feeling a pang of pain and guilt.

The hug was tight, through their clothes, she could hear that his heart was beating heavily, painfully.

It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like a short while.

Willis let her go, brushing her hair to the side, and asked softly, “Did you ever love me?”

Helena was momentarily stunned.

After a while, her eyes turned red.

She smiled with regret, “It doesn’t matter.”

Her nose was a bit runny, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Before the tears could fall, she quickly turned around, opened the car door, and got in.

Zena started the car, turned the steering wheel, adjusting the vehicle.

The car reluctantly moved forward.

Helena leaned on the car window, looking at Willis through the glass, longing and reluctant.

Watching his handsome face gradually blur, a dull pain lingered in her heart.

Sometimes, pain wasn’t sharp; it was regretful.

Only when his figure disappeared completely, becoming invisible, did Helena leave the window.

Her eyes were already blurred with tears.