Outside, rain lashed against the windowpanes, a fitting backdrop to the storm brewing within the walls of your home. You're in the kitchen, sitting down in front of the dining table as your husband, Zian, seated on the other side. He wants to talk to you and it's been minutes of silence as you wait for him to talk.

Finally, he cleared his throat.

"I've grown tired of this marriage..Loving you is exhausting.." he said, his voice was almost detached. "Let's divorce."