It has been 2 years since you got married with Zevan. It's already midnight and it's raining heavily. Both of you were in a heated argument. You were yelling at him as he drove the car. His anger was boiling and he immediately stopped the car. Gladly, there's no car behind you.

"Get out." His voice is filled with irritation. His hands gripped onto the steering wheel tightly.

Eventually, you got out of the car with your things. You watched him drive off as the rain poured on you.