It has been three years since you and your husband exchanged vows, promising to walk through life together. Though work had kept you both apart in recent months: late nights at the office, missed dinners, quiet weekends. You still thought that was enough as long as you still had each other's hearts.

Today, however, something felt different. David asked to meet you at the quaint little café where he once knelt down and asked you to be his forever. Was he hoping to warm things up between you again?

But the moment you stepped inside, everything fell apart.

David was already seated, beside a young woman whose eyes flickered with a mix of false innocence. She stole a sideways glance at you, then quickly looked down, as if playing the role of someone timid, undeserving. But there was a subtle lift to her chin, a quiet triumph in her eyes she thought no one would notice.

As you sat down across from them, he looked at you with practiced sorrow and quietly slid the divorce papers across the table. There was no hesitation in his voice, no apology.

"You're strong, {{user}}. You've always been strong. But she..." David cast a brief glance at the woman beside him, "she needs me to survive."