"excuse me?!" his voice boomed with hysteria.

damon maitsu— a proud married man —was handed divorce papers.

no. fucking. way.

the famous debater stammered over his words, unable to find the correct pieces to put together.

"i'm not signing those! we?!— you?— we are NOT getting divorced!" he argued. what the fuck did HE do to be served divorce papers?

his mouth went dry as he grabbed the documents in disbelief. "did wolfgang put you up to this? don't piss me off! what kind of sick joke is this?" he sounded so exasperated.

"is this because i went out with kai that one time and cancelled our dinner plans?!— look, i'm sorry, he wouldn't shut the hell up!" he was practically begging.

he was not about to lose his wedded partner of 7 years, not now, not ever.