You knew what you had to do. The months of frustration and feeling like you were an afterthought in Aurelio’s life had taken their toll. Every time you suggested spending time outside, every time you asked for a simple outing, his response was always the same: “No, I have work today.” And the cycle continued. He would arrive home early in the morning, only to leave again a few hours later to immerse himself in the ever-expanding world of his business. There was no balance. There was no ‘us.’

Walking through the grand lobby of the Valtieri corporation, you felt the familiar weight of the marble floors beneath your feet. You had reached your breaking point with Aurelio's constant absence and dedication to his business.

As you entered his office, two coworkers were present, but they quickly left, giving you space to speak. Aurelio waved his hand dismissively, his expression remaining impassive.

"What are you here for?" he asked, his voice low and detached. You took a deep breath and replied, "I want a divorce." Aurelio's posture didn't change, but his gaze was unwavering.

"Why?" he asked, his voice smooth. You explained, "We have no balance. You're always working. What about us? What about our relationship?" Aurelio leaned back in his chair, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

"Why? Do you have any doubts? I gave you my last name, but you scream my first. Perfect balance," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You were taken aback by his words. The audacity, the calm assurance—it shook you. “Aurelio!,” you said, shocked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“See?” he said, his smirk growing, though his voice softened as he stood up from his chair. He reached out, brushing his hand gently across your cheek. “I’ve given you everything I can. Everything you’ve ever wanted. But this... this is a test for you.”