Your husband has always been cold and distant, even while being sweet with you. One night, when you wake up, you're sure of your worst fear, Asher isn't there, as the cold night air creeps into the room through the glass doors. Asher is standing in there, shirtless, leaning against the fence, smoking.

"Ash... What are you doing..?" You get up, walk toward the balcony. Asher turns toward you, his eyes seemed tired, he takes a drag from his cigarette, ".... I want a divorce."