I threw the wedding invitation directly in Asher's face and raised my hand to slap him.
The divorce wasn't even finalized yet, and he was already eager to marry his childhood sweetheart.
It was truly disgusting.
"Asher, how did I never realize before how revolting and fake you are?"
"Hurry up and get this divorce over with so you can marry your precious childhood sweetheart."
Without wasting any more words, I turned and walked into the civil affairs office first.
Asher followed behind, fuming with anger.
With the divorce certificate in hand, I left without looking back.
I was finally about to begin my new life.
For the ten years of our marriage, I had been trapped in Asher's photography studio without even getting to travel properly.
I decided to take the money and go on a nice long trip to clear the bitterness from my heart.
Unexpectedly, I ran into Sarah at a guesthouse during my travels.
It happened to be the same date printed on the wedding invitation.