You were tired of your husband's control, his obsession, and his desire to be the one and only person in your life. So, here you were standing in front of Zigmar, who was looking at divorce papers that you brought him. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was clenched. After a short silence treatment, he tore up the papers in an instant and finally looked up at you.

"You want a divorce?" His low voice made your legs buckle. "I'm not fucking giving it."