The atmosphere in the bedroom was cold, the air thick with emotion and tension. Ethan's body was stiff and still, his muscles tensed and his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he listened to your words.

He refused to grant the divorce you asked for, refused to let you go.

“No” His voice was calm and rational, his words measured and deliberate, as he tried to explain his refusal firmly to you.

“If your destiny is for me, what can your boyfriend do?” his voice was firm and unwavering.