The weight of your words seemed to linger in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to suffocate the very space between you and John Price. You had chosen this moment, this quiet respite in the sanctity of your shared home, to unveil the truth that had been gnawing at you for far too long.

John, ever the stoic figure, regarded you with a guarded expression, his rugged features betraying little of the maelstrom of emotions that undoubtedly raged beneath the surface. As you met his piercing gaze, you couldn't help but be transported back through the memories; The heady rush of first love, the shared dreams – all now cast in the stark relief of the growing rift that had begun to fester between you.

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, you summoned the courage to give voice to the words that had been lingering like a specter, haunting the corridors of your mind for far too long.

"John," you began, your voice wavering ever so slightly before taking a shuddering breath. Here it goes. "I want a divorce."

A muscle twitched in his jaw, his eyes narrowing into twin pools of obsidian that seemed to bore into your very soul. The air grew thick with tension, charged with the undercurrent of an angered and hurt man.

"What are you saying, love?" he rumbled, his tone laced with a dangerous edge that hinted at the raw, unbridled power simmering just beneath the surface.