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The rain hit the windows hard that night. The mansion was silent, too silent.

Savannah sat on the edge of the couch, her hands folded tight. She had been waiting all day for Nathaniel to come home. She cooked dinner, but the food turned cold hours ago.

When the door opened, she stood fast. Her husband walked in, tall, cold, dark suit still on him. Nathaniel did not even look at her. He removed his watch, set it on the table, then placed a brown envelope beside it.

Savannah’s heart dropped.

“What is that?” she asked, her voice small.

Nathaniel sat down opposite her, his golden eyes sharp, no warmth. “Divorce papers,” he said. His voice was calm, but it cut through her like a knife.

Savannah froze. She reached for the envelope with shaking hands, pulled out the papers, and read the bold words. Divorce Agreement. Her lips trembled.

“You… you want to end it?”

Nathaniel leaned back. His face had no feeling. “This marriage should never have happened. You know that. Sign it, Savannah. Don’t drag it out.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she bit her lip hard. “Nathaniel, why? What did I do wrong? I gave you everything. I—”

He cut her off coldly. “You were never my choice. This was forced. You were convenient. I don’t want convenient anymore.”

Savannah’s chest hurt like it was being torn apart. She remembered every night she stayed awake waiting for him, every time she prayed he would at least look at her as his wife.

“I love you,” she whispered. Her voice cracked.

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. “Love? Don’t use that word. Love has nothing to do with this. Don’t make yourself pitiful.”

Her tears slipped down. She wanted to scream, wanted to break everything, but her body shook too much. She looked at the paper again, then back at him.

“I won’t sign,” she said softly but firm.

Nathaniel’s jaw clenched. “You don’t have a choice. You think holding on will make me stay? You are wasting your time.”

Her heart bled. She stood up and moved closer. “Why are you doing this to me? After everything? Tell me why.”

Nathaniel’s voice dropped lower, cold like ice. “Because I don’t want you. Because when I see you, I feel nothing. That’s why.”

Savannah’s knees weakened. She almost fell, but she caught the table edge. The man she gave her whole world to was cutting her into pieces without even blinking.

She pressed a hand on her chest, trying to hold in the pain. Her tears fell to the papers. “I will not sign,” she repeated. Her voice broke, but she forced it out.

Nathaniel stood, his tall figure towering over her. His eyes burned with anger. “Don’t test me, Savannah. You will sign, one way or another.”

Savannah looked up at him, her lips trembling. For the first time, she saw no trace of the man she once thought she married. He was a stranger.

The silence was