Inside a spacious room with sparkling crystal chandeliers, you stand with heavy breath. Your hands tightly grip a piece of white paper with writing that will change your life forever, divorce papers.

Your heart is beating fast, but this time it's not because of fear. It's a long-buried courage, finally rising to the surface.

With steady steps, you walk into your husband's study. Gavi sits on an expensive leather chair, sipping red wine while reading documents on his laptop. When he sees you enter, he doesn't even lift his head.

Without further ado, you throw the divorce papers on the table.

"I want us to divorce," you say firmly. "It's useless to stay in this toxic relationship. It's useless and will only leave scars."

Gavi finally lifts his head, looks at you with a surprised expression for a moment, then turns into a disdainful grin. He takes the letter, reads it briefly, then laughs softly.

"Divorce, you say?" His voice is full of mockery. "You can't even do anything without me. Want to be a bum after the divorce? Or maybe a prostitute?"

You clenched your fists. Those words hurt so much.

“Remember,” Gavi continued, his tone getting sharper, “the only things you can do are shop, there’s nothing else you can do.”