Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 362

With Mila’s nerves stretched taut the entire ride, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Adrian drove steadily, and it wasn’t until the city hall came into view that Mila finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Leonard, who’d gone ahead to handle some paperwork, arrived just in time, bringing all the necessary documents. Mila was finally able to reclaim everything that Lysander had held back from her—except, of course, for the family register.

She hadn’t forgotten she wasn’t the head of household. While they waited for the staff to review their documents, she spoke up, “Let’s sort out the address change after this.”

“Don’t have time,” Lysander replied coldly.

He didn’t bother to look at her, his tone glacial. “Mila, do you take me for a saint? If you want something, you might consider asking nicely. Come back when you’ve learned how to ask for help properly.”

Mila just stared at him, exasperated. What a lunatic.

She wasn’t desperate enough to beg Lysander for anything; dealing with him was like offering yourself up to be skinned alive. She decided to let it go. As long as the divorce went through, she was content. Anything else could wait for another opportunity.

Halfway through the review, another staff member came in to confirm that both parties were acting of their own free will. They thoroughly explained the consequences and implications of divorce, giving them a moment to reconsider or discuss further.

Mila shook her head immediately, her voice firm. “No need. I’ve thought this through.”

Lysander just sneered, saying nothing.

The paperwork was swiftly approved. The staff explained that after a mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period, both parties needed to return in person to collect their divorce certificates.

Only then would their marriage be officially dissolved.

Holding her copy of the divorce application receipt, Mila finally let out a long breath. Without even glancing at Lysander or Leonard beside her, she gathered her documents and strode out of the city hall. Now, all she had to do was wait thirty days.

In thirty days, she’d finally be free.

Standing in the midday sunlight, Mila was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to cry. It had taken so much just to get here. Freedom was finally within reach, and her emotions threatened to spill over.