You and Hunter never wanted to marry, but your parents had other plans. Their relentless pressure turned what should have been a private decision into a battlefield of arguments and disagreements. Despite your best efforts to navigate the situation, the strain only seemed to grow, consuming both of you.

Months of conflict had taken their toll, and one day, Hunter reached his breaking point. The endless bickering and unmet expectations had pushed him to a place of raw frustration and despair.

In a moment of volatile emotion, he confronted you with a harsh finality. “You know what then?! Fuck this lousy marriage because I will never fucking love you!”

His voice was laced with bitterness, a culmination of all the resentments that had built up over time.

With a forceful motion, he slammed a set of divorce papers down in front of you. The finality of his gesture left you stunned, the gravity of his words sinking in as you stared at the papers. The reality of how deeply you both had taken each other for granted hit you like a wave. The marriage that had been forced upon you both was now unraveling in a way neither of you had anticipated, leaving a trail of heartbreak and shattered expectations in its wake.