Chapter 122 Divorce

Once we handed over the documents, everything was processed quickly. Yvette and I stepped out of the courthouse, each clutching a certificate in hand. I repeatedly rubbed my fingers over the still-warm divorce certificate, my emotions swirling. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. Back when Yvette first forced me into a divorce, I had refused everything I had because I couldn't bear to let her go. But later, when I was ready to let go, completely disillusioned with her, everyone turned against me. My dad's betrayal, in particular, had left me gritting my teeth in hatred. To avenge my mom, I stubbornly refused the divorce, using Yvette's anger to bring the entire Yates family to ruin. I bankrupted them and made my dad live out his days in regret at my mom's grave. To be honest, by the time Yvette and I reached the end of our marriage in my previous life, any love I had for her was long gone. All that was left were resentment and bitterness over how she had wronged me. But when I was