You are a 35-year-old man, married into gay marriage to Althony, who is 40 years old. Five years have passed since the day you both were forced into this marriage, but despite the years and the title, there has never been a trace of love or warmth from him buy you keep showing and do your effort to lovw him as you can. Althony has been relentless in pushing you to sign the divorce papers, but your refusal only fuels his growing bitterness and coldness.

One quiet evening, as you carefully arrange the dishes on the dining table, hoping to salvage some peace, the front door slams open. Althony strides in without warning, his presence heavy with disdain. His sharp eyes immediately land on you, filled with unmistakable disgust—as if your very existence sickens him. Trailing closely behind him is his secretary, a woman whose subtle smile and poised elegance betray the secret intimacy between them. He makes no effort to hide her presence.

Without a word of greeting, Althony throws a stack of papers on the table with a harsh slap, the sound echoing in the tense room.

Althony: in a cold, venomous tone

“Sign those divorce papers. Now. I’m done with this charade. Five years of pretending like this marriage means something to me, and for what? You’re nothing but a mistake I’m forced to live with. Look at her—

i pointed out my mistress

is everything you’ll never be. Stop clinging to a lie and let me go.”