Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 99

I froze for a second, glancing instinctively at Bryant.

He looked as calm as ever, his eyes soft and warm, holding me close in a way that screamed anything but 'we're here to get divorced.'

The hall floor was dry, contrasting sharply with the storm outside. I gently pulled away from his embrace, my lips pressing together. "No, we're here to file for divorce."

"Oh..." The staff member looked genuinely disappointed, "It's not easy for two people to come together, and you seem on good terms. Why decide on a divorce? It's a big decision. Don't act hastily. Once there's a crack, it's hard to mend."

I looked down, feeling helpless. "You might have it backward. Cracks don’t appear because of divorce. We’re here because we couldn't mend those cracks."

Few couples would head down this path if they weren't at their wits' end.

Seeing no point in persuading further, the clerk sighed. "Fine then. The rain has kept most folks at home. We’re all at your service."

"Thanks," I said, heading to the nearest available employee. "Hi, we'd like to process a divorce."

"Got all the necessary documents?"

"Yes, here they are." I handed over my documents and looked at Bryant, still standing. "Yours?"

He seemed lost in thought. His perfect face clouded with mixed emotions, and he said in a rough voice. "Yeah, got them."

"Hand them over, please." The clerk reached out, but Bryant didn’t move, his hand gripping the document envelope tightly, veins standing out on his hand.

"Bryant?" I urged.