Chapter 8 Divorce

When Samara arrived at the entrance of the Supreme Court, it was exactly eight-fifty. There were already many people queuing up at the window of the marriage registry. She was the only one on the side of the divorce registry. It was not even nine o'clock, and Chaim had yet to arrive. Just at nine o'clock, the window of divorce registry in the Supreme Court was pulled open on time. Samara looked down at her phone. Chaim was not someone who liked to be late, but he was late today. Five minutes later, Samara saw the man walking in from outside the door. He was dressed in a suit as usual, with a sharp and clear face without any expression. Noticing her gaze, Chaim slightly tilted his head and coldly watched her while walking closer and closer. It was not the first time that Samara was looked at by him so ruthlessly and coldly. In the past, she always felt that it was a bit hurtful. Today, facing such