Cornelia tucked the divorce certificate carefully into her bag, hoisted her suitcase, and said, "President Hartley, I'm leaving with Patricia."
"I... I'll walk you," Marcus said, standing up instinctively, reaching out to hold Cornelia's hand.
"No need." Cornelia immediately backed away, avoiding his touch.
Marcus was left hanging, he paused before saying, "You can keep the car I bought you."
"Thank you but no." Cornelia replied.
Marcus tried again, "I can have my driver take you."
"No need."
Marcus persisted, "It's not easy to get a cab around here."
What was with the phony concern when they were already divorced?
Cornelia could not bear Marcus' expression, "President Hartley, we're divorced. From now on, we're total strangers. Whether I can get a cab or not, that's none of your business."
With the divorce certificate in hand, she had no connection to him anymore. If they ever met again, they would just be strangers.
"Well... goodbye then," Marcus said.
Cornelia looked at Marcus. His face remained unchanged, still handsome with perfect features, devoid of any flaws. But now, Cornelia thought he was so fake. Everything he had ever said to her, she couldn't tell what was real and what was not.
But she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.
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