Unrepairable Love: Chapter 253

A black Porsche pulled up next to Elizabeth. Alexander got out and locked eyes with her. Elizabeth waved her credentials. Alexander, looking sharp in a black suit but tired with bloodshot eyes, pressed his lips together.

“Elizabeth,” he said slowly.

“Let’s go,” she interrupted, striding inside without hesitation.

Alexander frowned, his mind a mess. He lagged behind while Elizabeth walked ahead. She seemed as anxious and excited as when they got their marriage certificate, fearing he’d back out. But Alexander felt different now. Back then, he was uncooperative. Now, he was marrying Esme. So why didn’t he feel relieved?

Lost in thought, Alexander was jolted back when Elizabeth turned and pulled his arm. “I’m setting you free. Why so glum?”

Passersby whispered, “Are they really divorcing?” “Did Alexander cheat with Esme? Poor Ms. Percy.” “Ms. Percy is so beautiful. What is Mr. Tudor thinking?” Their words made Alexander’s mind even more chaotic. He quickened his pace, walking ahead of Elizabeth.

They both stopped at the divorce window, handing over their documents. The same staff member from last time was there. Elizabeth wondered if she was one of Lily’s people and if she’d let the divorce go smoothly. The staff member looked at them meaningfully. “Are you sure you want to divorce?”

“Yes,” Alexander answered first.

Elizabeth glanced at him. He sat quietly, looking clouded and emotionless. She thought, ‘Doesn’t he really want this? Why isn’t he happy?’ The staff member sighed. “It’s not easy to become a family. Think it over.”

Alexander stayed silent. Elizabeth replied calmly, “Thank you. We’ve thought it over.”

The staff member hesitated, then handed over the documents. Elizabeth picked up the pen, her fingers tightening as she looked at the application. The joy of getting their marriage certificate three years ago was now replaced by sadness. She never thought her marriage would end like this. But if given another chance, she would still have married Alexander. Life was about those few moments; she had no regrets. Now, those moments had passed. Except for not making Alexander love her and losing him, she had no regrets.

She looked up at Alexander and met his eyes. He didn’t move his pen, just stared at her. Maybe he still thought she was being ridiculous, a crazy woman who regretted the divorce and would beg him to stay. But Elizabeth truly loved him and was ready to let go. She wouldn’t cling to him anymore, so he could marry Esme. For the rest of her life, she wouldn’t expect anything from Alexander. All the sadness and joy, love and hate, would end today.

Elizabeth smiled and decisively signed her name.