You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 37- it was unforgettable

Meanwhile, Dave was in the backseat of his friend Morrison’s car, head pounding, stomach churning, on the verge of vomiting when Laurent’s call came through.

The previous night, he had gone drinking with Morrison, gotten thoroughly wasted, and hadn’t even made it home. This morning, Morrison had to drive him to finalize the divorce with her.

He had vomited several times the night before, with no hangover medicine, no sobering soup, no one to wipe his face with a towel, no one to help him to bed and watch over him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to dull the pain as he picked up her call.

Her impatient voice came through the line, laced with frustration:

"Why aren’t you here yet?"

Dave opened his mouth, trying to say something, but his stomach churned violently, and he nearly threw up. He couldn’t get a word out.

Left with no choice, he nudged Morrison in the front seat, gesturing for him to take over. Morrison caught on and spoke into the phone.

"Laurent, sorry about this. There’s traffic on the road. We’re almost there—just one more turn and—hello? Hello?"

After a few moments of silence, Morrison shrugged and reported with a hint of helplessness, "She hung up."

Dave shot him a glare. Of course she hung up—he’d just called her by her full name instead of addressing her properly. They were about to finalize their divorce, and Morrison had thoughtlessly called her "Laurent" like they were strangers.

The traffic light turned green, and the car rolled forward steadily. Just ahead was their destination. Sitting in the backseat with his eyes closed, Dave rested uneasily, his stomach still upset.

Moments later, Morrison’s voice broke the silence.

"Hey, is that her at the entrance? Wow. I never realized Laurent was this beautiful after all these years."

Dave’s eyes snapped open, and he turned to look outside.

Standing at the entrance was a graceful figure, her fresh and radiant appearance commanding attention.

For a moment, Dave felt like he had been transported back in time—to the first day he met her.

Back then, she had been just as bright and unpretentious.

It was the day his father, Daniel, had undergone a minor surgery. Dave had returned from a business trip and gone to the hospital to visit him.

In his father’s hospital room, he had encountered her for the first time. She had been animatedly recounting something to his usually stern and serious father, her expressive gestures and lively tone making him laugh out loud.

That clean, refreshing charm of hers—it was unforgettable.

When Dave went to visit Daniel, she had already become quite familiar with him because of her father.

At that time, Dave had already taken the reins of the Washington Corporation, becoming the powerful head of the Washington business empire. He had no particular interest in a young, naive girl like her. But to his surprise, she had fallen for him at first sight, persistently pursued him, and it was only after that one wild night that they had entered into marriage.

Five years had passed, and everything had changed beyond recognition.

Morrison, glancing at Dave’s expression in the rearview mirror, offered his candid suggestion:

"Why don’t you... just call off the divorce?"

In today’s world, with the divorce rate so high, Morrison had seen several of his friends go through divorces. But he had never seen anyone so completely disillusioned on the eve of their divorce—drunk out of their mind and looking as if they had nothing left to live for.

However, Morrison’s well-meaning suggestion was met with nothing but a cold snort from Dave in the backseat.

"Shut up!"

Morrison wisely dropped the topic.

Once they had parked in front of the building, Morrison quickly exited the car and walked briskly toward Laurent, who had been waiting with growing impatience. He gave her a sheepish smile and apologized,

"Sorry about the wait, Laurent. Dave got pretty drunk last night. As you can see, he hasn’t sobered up yet."

As Morrison spoke, he pointed towards Dave, who was walking slowly behind him.

Laurent glanced in the direction he pointed. Dave was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, the ones he had worn when he came to see her. His brow was furrowed, one hand pressed against his stomach. It was obvious that he had been drinking, and likely drank too much.

However, whether he was drunk or how intoxicated he was no longer mattered to her.

What really caught her attention was Morrison’s choice of how to address her.

Morrison, who was around the same age as Dave, was a little younger than him but several years older than Laurent. Because of Dave, his friends all referred to her as "Laurent." During their marriage, calling her by her first name had been a sign of respect, but now that they were about to get divorced, for him to continue using "Laurent" felt almost like a deliberate effort to make her uncomfortable.

She only spared a brief glance at Dave before turning her gaze to Morrison. Her face was tight, and her tone sharp as she said, 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Mr. Morrison, you should know that we’re here to finalize our divorce today. So, I don’t think ’Laurent’ is appropriate."

Morrison, who had always seen her as polite and approachable, was taken aback by her blunt reprimand. A look of mild embarrassment crossed his handsome face, and he quickly tried to salvage the situation,

"Sorry, sorry. I’ve just gotten used to calling you that..."

Laurent didn’t respond to Morrison, nor did she acknowledge Dave. She simply turned and walked into the building.

It wasn’t until that moment that Morrison truly understood—this divorce was final.

Looking at Dave, Morrison couldn’t quite pinpoint the expression on his face, but he knew one thing for sure: in the end, Dave followed Laurent into the building without a word.

The divorce proceedings went quickly. Since it was an amicable divorce, and Laurent didn’t ask for anything, they only discussed the issue of custody for their daughter. It was agreed that she would be allowed to visit once a week, and within about ten minutes, they each walked away with a divorce certificate.

Once she had the divorce certificate in hand, Laurent shoved it into her bag without looking back, preparing to leave.

Dave watched her cold, indifferent demeanor, and it infuriated him. He couldn’t hold back and shouted,

"Stop!"

Laurent had no intention of responding to him, but his attitude pissed her off. They were already divorced, so why was he still shouting at her?

Wanting to provoke him further, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, her voice cold as she asked,

"Do you need something?"

Dave, barely containing his anger, glared at her,

"Now that the divorce is done, can’t you just speak normally?"

"What do you mean, ’as you wished’?" Laurent laughed bitterly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Isn’t it what you wanted? Isn’t it what you and your lover wanted?"

She paused, a mocking smile curling on her lips.

"Mr. Washington, shouldn’t you hurry and report to your lover that the divorce is final?"

She gave him a pointed look and continued, "What? Should I tell her for you?"

Each word dripped with disdain, and there wasn’t a hint of sorrow or regret in her expression. She showed no sign of mourning over the divorce.

Dave, already in a bad mood, felt his face turn red with anger at her taunts. He glared at her for a moment, then turned and stormed off.

He had originally stopped her to say that if she needed anything in the future while staying in Jun City, she could always reach out to him. He even intended to help her find a respectable job so she could live decently here.

But instead of being grateful, she had ruthlessly insulted him. Her words had only worsened his pain, and now his stomach hurt even more.

As Dave stormed away, his footsteps echoed sharply down the corridor. Laurent watched him leave, her mocking smile lingering, though her hands trembled slightly at her sides. Once his figure disappeared around the corner, her shoulders slumped, and her expression turned cold and distant.

Leaning against the doorframe, she absently traced the edge of the handle with her fingers. A respectable job? Live decently? She scoffed inwardly. Did he really think she needed his charity? Or that she was so helpless without him?

Laurent took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm brewing inside her. This was what she wanted—a clean break, with no ties and no lingering pity.

"Let him be angry," she muttered under her breath.

For a moment, doubt crept in. Had I been too harsh? But she quickly shook her head. Dave deserved it—every last word.

No regrets, she reminded herself firmly. She had wasted enough tears and years on him. It was time to move forward—on her own terms.

What Dave didn’t know was that Laurent had no interest in his help and wasn’t planning to stay in Burg Eltz. Even if he had offered, it would have only earned him her merciless sarcasm.

Once she left the office, Laurent took a cab and left without sparing a glance at Morrison, who was still waiting for Dave at the door.

After all, she had completely severed ties with Burg Eltz. People like Morrison, from wealthy families, were no longer part of her world, so it was better to just ignore him and move on.

Morrison, left completely disregarded, leaned against the car, stroking his chin thoughtfully. After the divorce, his status had taken a sharp dive too.

Women... when they turned cold, it was really something to behold.

Dave came out of the building after Laurent. He had originally been the one to storm off, but his stomach had grown worse after their exchange, and he ended up going to the restroom to throw up.

Now, his face was pale as he got into the car. Morrison opened the door and curiously asked,

"Done so quickly? Was the whole process really that fast?"

It had barely taken half an hour. How was it possible that after that, they would just become strangers? That piece of paper—the divorce certificate—was truly a strange thing.

When two people had it, they were the closest partners, able to share both joy and hardship, to support each other, to love and hate deeply.

Without it, they were strangers. From then on, whether she cried or smiled, succeeded or fell, it had nothing to do with him.

Dave sat in the car, glancing down at the divorce certificate in his hand before tossing it aside. He answered Morrison’s question impatiently,

"She didn’t want anything, no conflicts, so why wouldn’t it be quick?"