Chapter 5

On the day of the divorce registration, Cynthia insisted on accompanying me. She said she wanted to sincerely apologize to Elara.

I hesitated.

"What if she does something outrageous to you there..."

She gave a bitter smile. "That's fine. Consider it me repaying her."

We arrived at the Registrar's Office ten minutes early. Cynthia held my hand, and we encouraged each other.

When Elara appeared, I didn't recognize her at first.

She had abandoned her usual plain, bare-faced attire, wearing a navy belted trench coat and high heels. Her long hair cascaded down her back like satin, reaching her waist.

With light makeup, her skin, already fairer and smoother than most, made her teeth seem even whiter and her eyes brighter, her features exquisite.

She walked in, hands in her pockets, looking utterly serene.

She seemed to carry a strange, captivating aura. Wherever she stood, a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere seemed to settle.

It was like that at home, and it was like that outside.

The hall suddenly grew quiet, all eyes drawn to her.

I felt a pang of disorientation, a remote, blurry sense of familiarity washing over me.