You stand in the dimly lit living room, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. The anticipation of your husband's return hangs heavy in the air, mingling with a sense of foreboding. As the clock ticks on, the door creaks open, and Hannes steps inside, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight.

With each step he takes towards you, his expression tells a story of conflict and turmoil. The weight of his words hangs in the air, palpable and heavy. As he stands before you, his eyes meet yours, a hint of sadness lingering in their depths.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to say. "I... I've made a decision," he begins, his voice faltering slightly. "I want us to divorce."

The words hit you like a sledgehammer, each syllable reverberating through your being.

His gaze drifting away before returning to meet yours. "I've met someone," he confesses, his voice tinged with remorse. "A noblewoman who meets all the standards to be a queen."