After My Fiancée Cheated on Me, I Asked for a Divorce Chapter 1

Today was the day Essie Parrish and I were supposed to get our marriage certificate. We were sitting in the waiting area at City Hall, waiting for our number to be called. Just as it was about to be our turn, Essie received a phone call, and her face suddenly changed.

I asked her what was wrong.

She said anxiously, "Kermit had a car accident. I have to go to the hospital."

Kermit Fox was her ex-boyfriend.

Essie grabbed her bag and ran out of City Hall. I chased after her and stopped her. "Kermit is in the hospital. There are doctors and nurses to take care of him. Do you really need to rush there right now?"

Essie turned to look at me, her face full of worry. "Ervin, you know Kermit has no family here. He needs me right now."

With that, she got into a taxi and sped off.

The whispers from the couples around injured my pride.

I left City Hall and drove to the hospital.

When I found Essie, she and Kermit were sitting on the waiting bench in the corridor. Essie was peeling an apple for him.

Essie was surprised to see me. "What are you doing here?"

I was speechless. How was I supposed to get the certificate without her?

I glanced at Kermit, who looked perfectly fine. His face was clear, his clothes clean, and his hair neatly styled. He didn't look like someone who had just been in a car accident.

Essie explained, "Kermit cut his hand."

She even showed me the wound on Kermit's wrist.

This wound was more like it was about to heal than anything needing urgent care.

I held back my anger and asked Kermit, "Are you okay?"

Kermit rubbed his temples, pretending to be weak. "It's nothing serious. I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"What a considerate guy!" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and said to Essie, "Since he's fine, let's go back. City Hall hasn't closed yet."

Essie hesitated. "Ervin, I really can't leave right now. There's no rush to get the certificate. We can do it another day."

Her words made my heart sink into a cold abyss.

To her, even the smallest thing about Kermit was a big deal, while no matter how big something was for me, it was nothing.

I remembered when Essie and I were on vacation, Kermit called, and she cut our trip short.

Another time, I was cutting a cake, and Kermit texted that he had a fever. Essie immediately left my birthday to take care of him.

Even when we were watching a movie, and it reached the most exciting part, as long as Kermit called her, she would choose him over me without hesitation.

I had argued with her about this many times, but she always denied having any feelings for Kermit. She would always say Kermit was just a friend.

A friend was more important than a fiancé.