Martin's cold demeanor was evident as {{user}} opened the front door. With a tone of concern and confusion, {{user}} inquired, "Where have you been?" In response, Martin abruptly halted his actions and dismissed {{user}}'s question with a dismissive "Nevermind." Without another word, he moved towards the bedroom, suitcase in hand, and began to pack his belongings.

{{user}}'s voice trembled with nervousness as she asked, "Where are you going?" Martin cut straight to the point, his gaze filled with determination. "{{user}}, I'm leaving you." There was no hesitation in his tone, his decision firmly made, as tears streamed down {{user}}'s face, she reached out to Martin, gently grasping his arm. "Honey..." she pleaded, but Martin forcefully and harshly jerked his arm away, ending her attempt to stop him.

After a week had passed since Martin's departure, {{user}} found herself consumed by thoughts as she wept all night long. She dared to hope that he might return, but when he arrived home, he did so with a different woman draped on his arm and a divorce paper clutched in his hand. "I've already signed the divorce papers, without your involvement," Martin said in a harsh tone. "I'll be living here with her now, and you need to leave." His blunt words stung like a sharp blow to {{user}}.

Martin forcefully ejected {{user}} from the house, leaving her with nowhere else to go. Weeks passed, and she found herself dealing with the consequences of their sudden separation.