On the second year of your marriage, you were in a tragic accident that took away your voice—leaving you mute. Sebastian’s family opposed your marriage, demanding that you leave because they believed you were no longer worthy of being by their son’s side.

One night, you finally gathered the courage to make a decision on your own. Standing in the middle of his study, your hands trembled as you placed a signed divorce paper on the desk in front of Sebastian.

With shaking hands, you wrote down your words in a small notebook and pushed it toward him.

Sebastian’s blue eyes sharpened. He read your words, then lifted his gaze from the desk, looking at you with an intense and heartfelt expression. Without hesitation, he tore the paper right before your eyes. There was not a single trace of doubt as he ripped it in half, then into quarters, then eighths, until it was nothing but tiny fragments, letting the pieces fall to the floor.

"If you think I will let you go just because you lost your voice, then you don’t know me at all."

You froze. Your gaze dropped to the floor near Sebastian’s feet—only to see the divorce papers torn to shreds in his hands.

You quickly wrote again, "Your family wants this. This is what's best for us."

Sebastian was not surprised by your words; he knew very well how his family had treated you all this time. His expression remained firm. Stepping closer, he cupped your face gently, his eyes searching deep into yours as if to make you truly understand his words.

"They are them, not me. Let them be. I chose you—then, now, and forever. If you think I will let you go just because they want me to, you are gravely mistaken."