Divorce Day and The Past...

Since it was an appointment made in advance, there was no need to wait. The staff who oversaw their divorce was a kind and friendly woman in her fifties.

At her age, people basically didn't care for movie stars and Twitter hotspot. Even if a superstar stood in front of them, they didn't necessarily know them, let alone Julia, a little—known actor.

Julia took off her mask. She only thought that this woman was good—looking and asked them according to the usual practice.

"Have you thought about it? Are you really going to get a divorce?"

"You two look really well—matched. How about calming down and giving it a little more thought? Otherwise, you will regret it."

The staff saw that the two of them were really a perfect match. Julia was as beautiful as a fairy. And Ford's appearance was outstanding, with an air of natural nobility.

She had worked here for decades and had seen many pretty girls marry ugly old men. Conversely, there were also some average women getting married with very handsome men. But, it was really rare for such two good—looking persons to get married.

Ford remained silent, with a cold and tense face.

Julia directly handed over her certificate and whispered, "Madam, thank you. We've both thought about it and decided to divorce peacefully. Please accelerate the divorce proceedings."

Seeing this, the staff let out a long sigh and did not advise them again.

"Where's the man's ID?"

The man beside her remained motionless. Julia hurriedly nudged him and said, "Take out your ID card."

Ford looked at her without any warmth in his eyes, "Have you thought it through?"

Julia nodded.

"Alright."

Ford raised his arm and placed the ID card on the table with his slender fingers. The staff took the ID card and checked it clearly.

Quickly the proceedings were almost finished. The last step was to pay the fee.

Julia even kindly said to him, "I'll do it."

Ford's face suddenly turned pale, and even his lips became colorless.

He seemed to be suppressing the anger in his heart as he clenched his fingers tightly. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "No need."

Julia felt he was unhappy.

But why?

Shouldn't he be happy instead?

Very quickly, the divorce certificate was placed in front of the two of them. Like their marriage certificate, it was just a piece of paper.

It reminded Julia of the scene when they took the marriage certificate.

That day, they did not make an appointment in advance. When they arrived at the door, they discovered that there were a lot of people. They asked others and found out that it was a special day because it was February 14.

That day was Valentine's day.

Couples were waiting to be married at that day, so that their anniversary would be more memorable.

Ford didn't have much time to wait there with her, so he suggested that they come again next time.

How could Julia be willing to let go of such an opportunity? No one knew what would happen next time.

If anything happened again, her hopes will be in vain.

She discussed with Ford in a humble manner, "Why don't you go handle your business first? I'll wait here for our turn. If it's ready, I'll call you."

Afterwards, Ford left. Julia waited for nearly five hours under the blazing sun from morning to afternoon. But at that time, she was willing and happy in her heart.

Finally, it was almost her turn. She hurriedly called Ford, but no one answered.

She was so anxious that she broke out in sweat. No one answered after dozens of calls.

It was her turn. The bridegroom did not come, so she could only let the people behind her register first.

A few hours later, other couples had all obtained their marriage certificates and left. She was the only one still waiting there.

The staff member told her, "We're getting off work."

Julia looked at the clock on the wall and pleaded, "Isn't there still five minutes left? Please wait a bit longer. He will come. He promised me before, so he will definitely come.

Five minutes passed, but no one came at the door. The staff sympathized with her and waited for another five minutes.

Soon, several five minutes passed, but no one came.

Julia sat alone on the cement steps outside the closed Ceremony Rooms. When the sunset subsided and dark clouds covered the sky, pea—sized raindrops began to fall.

Julia sat stubbornly on the spot, motionless. She was afraid that Ford would not be able to find her if she left.

This cement steps were the most eye—catching place. No matter which direction he walked from, she could be seen at a glance.

The rain continued for a long time, and Julia's clothes were already wet.

The strong wind and heavy rain lashed against her body, as cold as ice.

She bit her pale lips, hugged her arms tightly and couldn't resist the cold, her body trembling like falling leaves in a storm.

Nevertheless, she sat on the concrete steps and waited in the rain all night.

It was almost dawn when the rain stopped.

Julia felt her head dizzy and she lay weakly on her knees and fell asleep in a daze.

The staff who had met her yesterday came to work, recognized her and hurriedly woke her up. She said in surprise, "You stayed here all night?"

Julia nodded and saw that the sun had arisen in the east.

She stood up and wanted to go back, but when she took two steps, she fell to the ground and heard the woman's scream.

Before she lost consciousness, she thought Ford still hadn't come.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Lying on the hospital bed, she was on a drip.

She took out her phone and found that the battery was dead. Her first thought was whether Ford had called her or not.

Thinking that Ford couldn't find her by phone, she was so anxious and hurriedly begged the nurse to help recharge her phone.

When she finally turned on the phone, there was no call or message at all. There was nothing at all, and no one was looking for her.

She put down her phone in disappointment and comforted herself that Ford was just busy. Perhaps he didn't know she had made so many calls, or perhaps he forgot the total thing.

She narrowed her eyes and fell asleep for a while. Finally, at five o'clock in the afternoon, her phone rang.

There was only one text message.

[I am busy.]

After waiting for all night, what she got was just three short words without a little comfort and concern. He did not care if she had waited any longer afterwards, or did she go home.

Looking at the message, Julia finally erupted into great sorrow, after suppressing herself all day and night. She felt painful as if a blunt knife was piercing her heart. It was torn with grief.

She was alone in the hospital bed, sobbing.

Julia cried for a long time and her tears soaked the pillow. The old lady on the next bed handed over a soft bun and whispered, "Are you homesick, young lady?"

Home?

She should have had a home yesterday.

She sobbed even harder.

When she stopped crying, Julia wiped her tears and sent a message back to him.

[Got it.]

She purposely said in a cute and playful tone to hide her sadness.

After all, she was the one who had loved much more in their relationship.

Later, on the fourth day, Ford drove her to get the marriage certificate.

When the staff saw them, she asked Julia in earnest, "Have you thought about it carefully?"

Julia nodded forcefully, her voice was loud and clear, "I've thought it through."

She knew he didn't love her...

Everyone could clearly tell that he did not love her.

However, she willingly turned a blind eye and was lost in their hopeless and torturous relationship.