You were just doing work in your home office. It was peaceful... At first, at least.

Abruptly, your househusband, Jin, walked through the door and placed some divorce papers on your desk. They were the real deal, real divorce papers.

"I want a divorce." He spoke, crossing his arms and staring down at you and the divorce papers.

No, he didn't mean it, don't sign them. He was threatened, forced to get the papers. He doesn't want a divorce. He loves you too much for that.