The divorce wasn't nearly as complicated as I had imagined.
Before long, we walked out of the courthouse with the divorce decree in hand.
I walked ahead, took a photo, and sent the freshly issued divorce decree to Nathan on w******p.
I told him he could start pouring the drinks.
Then I reached out to hail a cab to his bar.
While I was waiting, Elliot's strained voice came from behind me.
"Vanessa?"
I turned back.
"Do you need something?"
Elliot only bit his lip and stared at me in silence.
I knew that look too well.
Every time he upset me, he would look at me that way.
When he did, my useless heart would soften.
Then I would immediately turn back and comfort him.
I really had been such a doormat.
But now, when I saw him like this, I felt nothing.
My cab was almost here.
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