I Married the President

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Thank Goodness I Divorced Him

The first thing that caught Claire Sinclair’s eye was the headshot on the profile.

It was a photo of Adrian Quincy. His features were perfect, a divinely sculpted masterpiece without a single flaw. His expression was cold and unsmiling, his dark eyes radiating a natural, kingly aura.

’I’m so jealous of people who look just as handsome in their headshots as they do in real life...’

Wait.

’I think I’m focusing on the wrong thing.’

Almost everyone recognized this blue and white page—it was the official roster of presidential candidates, updated on this very day every five years.

’Adrian Quincy is running for president???’

’What the &*@%#...’

It felt as if a tidal wave was crashing through Claire Sinclair’s mind.

Seeing the look on her face, as if she’d just seen a ghost, Henry Hartwell couldn’t help but chuckle. "You’ve been married to Young Master Quincy for over half a year, haven’t you? And you had no idea he was running for president?"

"H-He never told me..."

"Is that something he really needed to tell you?"

’Of course he had to tell me! How else was I supposed to know?!’

Claire Sinclair muttered under her breath, "Thank god we’re divorced..."

Though she spoke quietly, Henry Hartwell still heard her. He raised an eyebrow. "You two really got divorced?"

Claire Sinclair answered honestly, "Not officially. We’ve started our separation, but we can’t get the final divorce decree for another two years."

Seeing her adorably clueless expression, Henry Hartwell couldn’t resist asking, "So you’re separated. Did you sign a separation agreement?"

"A separation agreement... What’s that?"

"Haha, Claire Sinclair, don’t you know? For a separation like yours to be legally valid, you first have to sign a separation agreement at the marriage registry."

"..."

’Damn it! That Quincy bastard screwed me over again!’

’I have to get that guy to the marriage registry right away. Otherwise, divorcing him later will be an even bigger hassle.’

Henry Hartwell’s smile suddenly faded. "Are you really determined to divorce him?"

"If he weren’t running for president, there might have been a one-in-a-million chance I’d stay with him. But now that he is, even that sliver of a chance is gone. I’d rather die than be married to a presidential candidate."

’You have to be kidding...’

’The presidency is as dangerous as it is glamorous, and the same goes for being the First Lady. You can’t even go out without a fuss. If I had to choose between being the First Lady and being a nun, I’d choose to be a nun any day.’

Henry Hartwell couldn’t help but ask, "Countless women would kill to be the First Lady. Why is it that for you, it sounds like a death sentence?" freёwebnovel.com

Claire Sinclair retorted, "You’re one to talk. With your talent for diplomacy, why didn’t you become a diplomat?"

"There are designated people to be diplomats. The Astoria Daily, however, is a hidden weapon. It can guide public opinion toward a brighter future. I saw the potential in Young Master Quincy, so I decided to board his ship. But now you’re telling me you’re jumping off."

’Here we go again...’

’Teacher Hartwell always speaks in such cryptic ways. You can never understand what he means unless you read between the lines.’

"Teacher Hartwell, are you saying you’re working with him?"

"It’s not just me. So are you."

Claire Sinclair immediately protested, "No, I’m not! I’ve already jumped ship!"

Henry Hartwell chuckled. "Did you think you got that press pass just for fun?"

"What do you mean?"

"The reason our nation of Aridia has enjoyed such lasting prosperity is our unique culture of rule by virtue. Morality is something the law cannot govern, but journalists can. Phoebe Lockwood didn’t get a press pass. Neither did anyone else. Only you did. Do you know why?"

Claire Sinclair shook her head.

Henry Hartwell asked again, "If the task of guiding public opinion were left to people like them, what do you think would become of our society?"