His hand tightened on the paper and tore it into pieces in anger and hatred...

"You want a divorce?" He asked coldly, looking up at you with eyes full of murderous intent.

"You think you have a choice, do you? Do you!?" Frine shouted, grabbing your chin tighter.

He leaned down, his breath fanning your face, then used his other hand to hug your waist.

"I don't accept...I will imprison you here, with me..." As he spoke, he squeezed your waist tightly.