There's No Turning Back (Elara and Harvey) novel Chapter 55

Elara smiled, looking calm and unbothered. "Mr. Fisher, don't tell me you don't actually want to divorce me?"

Harvey let out a cold scoff. "It would be much more annoying if you kept clinging to me afterward."

Elara mimicked his tone, just as dismissive. "You're overthinking things."

The court clerk handed them their divorce certificates. Elara glanced at the photo on hers, where she was smiling brightly. She curled her lips in satisfaction.

Harvey took his without even looking at it and immediately stood up.

"Mr. Fisher, wait a moment." Elara stopped him, and he paused mid-step.

With one hand in his pocket, he turned back with a smirk. "Already regretting it?"

"You need to sign one more thing," she said matter-of-factly. "Bambi is taking my last name."

His smirk vanished in an instant.

Elara walked out of the reception room and saw that Finnegan sat with Bambi in the lobby. The moment he saw Harvey, he nearly lost control of his expression.

Just yesterday, Harvey had bought out more of his properties at Bayview Plaza and StarGlitz Mall—for a hefty price.

"Mommy!" Bambi jumped off the chair and ran toward Elara.

She looked up at Harvey and hesitated for a second before saying, "Mr. Harvey."

She didn't fully understand what divorce meant, but she knew that from now on, she had to change how she addressed him.

Harvey felt a strange heaviness settle in his chest, like something was stuck in his throat—too big to swallow, yet too lodged to spit out.

He told Bambi, "When you turn 18, you can change your name back. You'll get one chance."

Bambi shook her head. "Mommy gave me a new name, and I love it."

Harvey's expression stiffened. "You're not called Bambi anymore?"

"Yes, I want to be called Merida. Merida Jones. It's a bit longer than Bambi, but it represents someone strong, confident, and passionate."

Harvey murmured, "But isn't Bambi a good name too? A small, gentle fawn…"

Harvey walked out of the courthouse, holding the divorce certificate in his hand. Behind him, Elara held Merida's hand, following at a steady pace.

Then, they saw Niamh leaning against a black Mercedes G-Wagon, dressed in a black fringed leather jacket. She had her arms crossed over her chest.

Around her, several modified motorcycles and sports cars were parked with their owners lounging nearby, watching the scene with curiosity.

Niamh straightened up, throwing her arms wide with exaggerated flair. "Everyone, look over here! Stop what you're doing!"

Her loud voice caught the attention of passersby, who instinctively turned toward her. She had ensured that every pair of eyes focused on the windshield of the G-Wagon.

Scrawled across the glass, in bold lettering, was the word: "Married."

With a snap of her fingers, the driver inside pressed a button. The windshield wipers moved, smearing the word until it vanished.

Then, Niamh climbed onto the hood of the G-Wagon and crouched down. She pulled out a spray can and, with deliberate strokes, painted one large word across the windshield.

"Divorced."

Tossing the spray can onto the pavement with a loud clatter, she stood tall on the hood of the car and shouted.