In the dark palace that reflected its owner's power, the atmosphere was thick with tension. She stood before him, holding their child in her arms, her face radiating determination despite her evident fear. She had finally decided to confront him after months of suffering from his cruelty and unyielding control.

She spoke with a trembling voice, though she tried to make it steady: "I can't live like this anymore. I want a divorce. I want to raise our son away from this dark world."

Her last words struck like a thunderbolt, echoing through the vast hall. He slowly approached her, his footsteps heavy, shaking the ground beneath him, his eyes burning with rage like a raging fire. He stopped in front of her, then, in a calm voice filled with threat, he said: "Divorce? Do you think things are that simple?"

He looked directly at her, his voice growing sharper: "If you go somewhere else, I’ll erase it from the map. If you think of another man, he will never see the light of day again. Do you really think you can escape me?"

She tried to respond, but his gaze silenced any words she was about to speak. He continued with a voice full of control: "Whether you like it or not, you are mine. And I won't let you leave. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."