Pick A Number, He Said, I Picked Divorce Chapter 10

Pick A Number, He Said, I Picked Divorce Chapter 10

The next morning, my lawyer and I arrived together at the courthouse entrance.

“Ms. Lancaster, when the trial begins, just answer the judge’s questions truthfully. Leave the rest to me.”

I nodded.

“Ser… ena.”

A familiar yet trembling voice came from behind me.

I turned around.

Silas stood not far away.

It had only been a few days.

His eyes were deeply sunken, his face covered in stubble, his eyes shot through with red veins.

Compared to before, he looked like a completely different person.

The moment his eyes met mine, his expression turned wildly emotional.

“I finally found you.”

He stumbled and lurched toward me, reaching out to grab my sleeve.

I took half a step backward and calmly avoided his touch.

His outstretched hand froze in midair.

My lawyer quickly stepped forward and blocked his way.

“Mr. Sterling, this is a courthouse. Please observe proper boundaries.”

It was as if Silas hadn’t heard a word. Tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

“Serena, I truly know I was wrong.”

“Every single day since you left—there hasn’t been a day I haven’t regretted it.”

“I shouldn’t have clung to that absurd blind-box rule and refused to send you money.”

“Please, don’t divorce me, all right? As long as you’re willing to come back, I’ll do anything…”

If this had been before, I would never have been able to bear it.

But now, looking at him, there wasn’t a single ripple in my heart.

I said flatly,

“Silas. Our marriage already ended the day our baby was gone.”

Hearing this, he shook his head frantically, tears and snot smeared all over his face.

“No—Serena, that’s not—that’s not how it is.”

“The baby—that was me being a monster. It was my fault.”

As he spoke, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

“Please, give me one more chance.”

“Just one last chance. The very last, okay?”

“I swear, I’ll never do it again.”

Just then, the intercom announced that the parties for Courtroom Nine should enter.

I said flatly,

“If you’d only realized it sooner.”

“Time’s up. Let’s go in.”

With that, I didn’t spare him another glance. I turned and walked into the courthouse with my lawyer.

After entering the courtroom,

The judge first verified the identities of both Silas and me, then briefly confirmed the content of the lawsuit.

“Does the plaintiff accept mediation?”

I lifted my eyes. My voice was steady.

“I do not.”

My lawyer rose and submitted the prepared documents one by one.

“Your Honor, these are the relevant materials, along with evidence of the defendant’s severe negligence during the duration of the marriage.”

The judge flipped through them for a while, then looked up at Silas.

“Defendant—do you have any objection to the evidence submitted by the plaintiff?”

Silas pressed his lips together. He was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

“No.”

Very soon, the verdict was handed down.

“The marriage between the plaintiff, Serena Lancaster, and the defendant, Silas Sterling, is hereby dissolved.”

My lawyer leaned his head slightly toward me and whispered,

“Ms. Lancaster, it’s over.”

I nodded. I stood up and walked out.