"Yes, we have," he concurred.

Simultaneously, he perceived a part of him shatter internally.

He tried to salvage the pieces, hoping to mend the damages, but the fissures were beyond repair.

On their previous visit, he hadn't acknowledged his feelings for her, although he wished to delay the inevitable instinctively.

This time around, he understood his love for her, yet he agreed to the divorce.

This perhaps was the final act he could perform for her in their marriage.

Upon hearing Tyrone's voice, Sabrina exhaled in relief.

Tt was done.

Was she heartbroken?

No.

And was she happy?

Not exactly.

She was simply at peace.

There might be an initial wave of unfamiliarity following the divorce, but she was certain she would adapt swiftly.

The staff retrieved their marriage certificate. "Alright then."

Tyrone gripped the divorce papers so hard, his knuckles whitened.

For a brief moment, he wanted nothing more than to shred them into confetti.

The staff held out the invalid useless marriage certificate, querying, "Do you want it? If not, we can get rid of it right now."

"We want!" Tyrone snatched the certificate.

Caught off guard, Sabrina remained silent. She turned around and announced, “Let's leave."