The clerk looked at the couple, their first reaction one of pity.
They were such a perfect match; they even looked like they were made for each other. How did it come to this?
"Are you both sure you want to get a divorce?"
The clerk sighed to themself, pushed up their glasses, and professionally began the process.
"Absolutely!" Holly Sinclair answered immediately.
Tristan Sterling looked at her.
His gaze was glacial.
'Answering so decisively. Is she that desperate to leave?'
"Sir?"
Seeing his silence, the clerk looked toward him.
"Mm," Tristan Sterling grunted noncommittally, his face a blank mask.
He exuded a chilling aura.
The clerk flinched, instinctively recoiling.
That single sound was laced with utter reluctance.
'It seems this gentleman doesn't actually want to go through with it.'
"And what was the date of your marriage?" the clerk asked as they took notes.
"Uh…" Tristan Sterling's brow furrowed.
"August 4th, 2022," Holly Sinclair answered.
