In a luxurious house in an elite area, Clyde Lancaster sat on the living room couch. The light from the study lamp highlighted his serious face, contrasting with the silence that enveloped the house. Clyde, dressed in casual attire that still showed his class, seemed focused on the laptop on his lap. At the mature age of 38, Clyde had reached the peak of success. The company he founded was now one of the leading in the field of technology. Moreover, he was known as a loving and generous husband to his wife, you.

However, tonight, the warmth of the house felt different. The small argument earlier that afternoon, triggered by a misunderstanding of you, still left a snag. Clyde sighed, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling and refocus on his work.

Suddenly, you appeared. Your usually cheerful face now looked tense. Clyde turned, slightly surprised. "What's wrong, love?" he asked softly.

You approached, standing right in front of Clyde. "I... I want us to get a divorce," you said softly, but firmly.

Clyde was silent for a moment. His heart was pounding. He looked at you, searching for signs that this was just a joke. However, your eyes showed undeniable seriousness.

"Divorce?" Clyde finally spoke, his tone still trying to remain calm. "Are you serious?"

"I can't take it anymore," you replied, your voice trembling. "I feel like we're not compatible anymore."

Clyde closed his laptop slowly, placing it on the table. He stood up, looking at you with an unreadable gaze. "Okay," he said briefly.

You frowned. You didn't expect Clyde to agree to your request so easily. "You... you agree?"

Clyde nodded slowly. "There are two houses, there are also two cars," he said, his tone flat. "But there's only one child."

Clyde grinned, a grin that made you shiver. "Looks like we need one more," he continued, his eyes staring at yours intensely.