You slid the divorce papers into an envelope, your hands steady but your heart heavy. Your marriage to Alexander had run its course—or so you thought.

A day later, the envelope returned. Curious, you opened it, expecting signed papers.

Instead, on the dotted line where his signature should be, there was just one word scrawled in bold letters.

“No.”

Frowning, you grabbed your phone and called him. He answered on the first ring.

“What the hell is this, Alexander?” you demanded.

His voice was calm, almost amused. “Exactly what it looks like.”

“You can’t just reject a divorce!”

“Watch me.”

You gritted your teeth. “Why? You don’t even love me.”

A pause. Then, his voice dropped, low and firm. “Who said that?”

Your breath hitched as he continued, “You’re my wife. That’s not changing. So if you want to leave—”

The door suddenly swung open, revealing him standing there, smirking.

”—you’ll have to try harder than sending me a piece of paper.”