At exactly ten o'clock, I walked through the doors of the courthouse. As soon as I arrived, I saw that Jayden was already waiting. He, usually so immaculate, looked disheveled with a wrinkled shirt and stubble. His eyes were filled with a complex mixture of emotions, and his tone carried a sense of deep grievance.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

I handed the documents to the clerk and replied coldly, “After you two spending the night together, how am I supposed to trust you?”

After signing, I pushed the papers toward Jayden. “Stop talking and sign.”

Jayden grasped the pen tightly, staring at me deeply before he spoke through clenched...