?<strong>Chapter 393:</strong>


    At the courthouse, Lucas arrived at ten past ten in the morning. Belinda was already in the lobby when he arrived. Her radiant, energetic appearance only intensified Lucas’ anger. Could it be that she had actually enjoyed a good night’s sleepst night? Was he the only one who had stayed awake all night?


    As soon as Lucas entered, Belinda rose and approached him decisively. Her face was a mask of serenity, betraying no hint of the significant decision she was about to make. She was clearly treating it as though it were an ordinary task.


    Lucas watched her, noting her readiness to sever their ties without any apparent emotional investment, which stirred a mix of profound anger and unrecognized pain within him.


    As they went through the paperwork, Lucas found himself anticipating some sign of regret from Belinda. He hoped she might express second thoughts about the divorce.


    Perhaps an urgent phone call would interrupt the process, postponing the finalization of their divorce. Yet, the expected disruptions never came. Throughout it all, Belinda remained silent, her resolve unshaken as she steadily signed her name, never once looking his way.


    It was then that Lucas truly understood Belinda’s unwaveringmitment to ending their marriage. He gave a wry smile, lifted the pen, and finalized his part of the agreement.


    After finally finalizing the divorce, Belinda was quick to head towards the exit. When she neared the doorway, Lucas, overwhelmed by the moment, couldn’t contain himself any longer and shouted, “Belinda!”


    At his call, Belinda stopped in her tracks. Lucas’ eyes followed her, his voice deliberate as he asked, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”


    With a subtle smile, Belinda turned to look at him directly. In a calm voice, she responded, “Congrattions, Mr. rk, on your newfound freedom from a wife you never loved and your uing marriage to the woman of your dreams.”


    Her words masked the pain inside her. She felt as if her heart were being stabbed repeatedly by countless needles, leaving her struggling for breath.


    Lucas remained silent, his eyes locked on hers, a mixture of emotions swirling within.


    “Belinda.” At that moment, a deep male voice cut through the air.


    Turning, Belinda saw Johnson and Bethany approaching her together. Lucas’ face clouded over instantly when he saw Johnson. Damn it! Was he that eager to see Belinda?


    “Lucas, we should catch up over drinks soon,” Johnson said to Lucas, escorting Belinda and Bethany away.


    When Lucas watched their retreating figures, his handsome yet stoic face turned cold and conflicted.


    Once they were settled in the car, Johnson inquired, “Where to?”


    “Take me back to the rk family estate. I need to pack my things,” Belinda replied, keeping her eyes low.


    “Alright.” Johnson started the car, maintaining a respectful silence. The journey was quiet; neither Johnson nor Bethany attempted to console Belinda. They understood she needed quiet more than words right now.


    Upon reaching the estate, Johnson said to Belinda, “We’ll wait here for you.”


    “Do you two have ns today?” Belinda questioned.


    “We’re here for you all day,” Bethany said warmly.


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