But if she didn’t like me, could she like my colleagues?
I couldn't come up with a reason, and soon it was time to go to court with Nina as planned.
If it was just a problem with our relationship, maybe I would try to save it, but Nina had already had an affair. There was no need to continue this marriage.
I walked out of the house with my ID card and the marriage certificate.
I waited at the entrance of the court for more than half an hour before Nina finally arrived.
She was driving a dark red sports car, wearing a Chanel-style suit, and had a large diamond ring on her hand.
She looked so rich.
In just one day, she seemed to have changed like a new person.
When she saw me, Nina took off her sunglasses, looked me up and down, and shook her head.
“Jacob, is this outfit you bought the year you graduated from college?”
It was true that I rarely bought myself new clothes, but it wasn't because I didn't have any money.
It's because I want to spend more on Nina, which, now that I thought about it, was ridiculous.
I pulled the corners of my mouth and responded, “How can I compare to you? You just asked for a divorce last night and now you have a new look.”
Nina seemed to not understand the sarcasm in my tone, or maybe she understood it but didn't care.
She looked at her freshly painted nails with a lazy and satisfied expression.
“People always want a better life. Is there a problem with me wanting a better life?”
"No, but it's the first time I've seen someone resort to cheating to get a better life."
I couldn't hide the mockery in my tone, and Nina's expression changed when she heard it.
She put her hand down and looked at me, then walked towards the courtroom.
"Compared to the end, the process is unimportant."
I watched Nina's graceful figure and suddenly realized that the girl who used to blush when she asked me math questions back then had unknowingly disappeared for so long.
It didn't take long to get a divorce, and the six years of affection between us disappeared completely in just six minutes.
Beside us were young couples holding marriage certificates. Their faces were filled with happy smiles.
Two years ago, Nina and I were like that too.
When she turned around, Nina looked at the divorce certificate in her hand and smiled with satisfaction.
She put on her sunglasses again and raised her chin at me.