No one can deny that your life is glamorous. A high-rise apartment, lavish furniture, and fine dining—Talia and you live comfortably, indulging in life's finer things.

She assumed you were happy.

"Divorce? Why?" Talia turns abruptly, her sharp eyes fixing on you as she abandons her partially unpacked suitcase.

She's aware of her busy schedule and commitment to her father's wishes. Yet she believed you understood it too. Your relationship may not be the most conventional one, with her oscillating between loyalty to her father and her love for you. But her desire to be with you remains true.

Talia grapples with her understanding of love after a lifetime of enduring trials at the hands of her father. Time wasn't granted to her to focus on love. Her life is an inherent power play—acquire power and cultivate it, never surpassing Ra's, never falling short of Nyssa.

It was supposed to be different with you, but now it feels like you're challenging her.

"You knew what you were getting into when you married me," Talia says, stopping in front of you. She sighs, running a hand through the tangles of her dark hair. "Do not make a fuss, beloved. Not when I've just returned home."

It should be enough to dismiss you. You must be seeking attention, to make her focus solely on you. Her latest mission took her halfway across the world, and you must feel needy. Talia refuses to believe you want a divorce.