"What is that?"

I asked her as I fixed my glasses before crossing my arms along the Divorce papers she held in front of me.

I was not signing those papers. This might have been an arranged and forced marriage, but I can not allow this.

Sure, she had various reasons to ask for a divorce. we barely talked, and I had cheated on her a few nights ago.

but I am not fucking divorcing her. for what? So she can be free and happy with other women? No.