The next day, Oliver and I walked out of the courthouse in silence, the divorce certificate feeling cold and weightless in my hands.
He squeezed the document, glancing at me lazily.
"Now you've got no room to backtrack. Don't expect me to back down."
I nodded. "I don't need it."
As he saw my unwavering composure, Oliver's eyes revealed a flicker of pity.
"Don't be too hard on yourself. If you genuinely want to get back together, just apologize to Lillian."
I replied indifferently, "Not necessary."
He sighed, "Scarlett, why can't you just swallow your pride?
"You've already caved in so many times—what's one more?
"Remember that Europe trip you always wanted to take? Just say a few nice words, and we can get back together in no time.
"If you insist on dragging this out, I'll just go to Europe with Lillian instead."
I suddenly laughed. "Sure, go ahead and take her. I couldn't care less."
