embled as I struggled to stand, my body aching just as much as my soul. The room seemed to spin, the air thi

of disbelief. The words felt fragile, as if they would break apart just like

me, void of any trace of the man I once loved. "This was never your house, Lana," he s

epened, her eyes raking over me with contempt. "Don't take it personally," she said, her voice

g as tears spilled freely down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent sobs, the pain tightening its grip on my thro

ld silence spoke volumes. The look in his eyes w

was a struggle, a small crack in the dam holding back my devastation.

boredom. "Don't drag this out, Lana," he said flatly, his t

eality of the situation crushed me, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I clutched t

eight of my grief. "Why are you doing this to me? I know I'm fat

ence wore thin. His eyes narrowed, his tone sharp an

der my grip. I wanted to rip them apart, to scream and lash out, but my hands were too weak, my spirit too

pieces. "If you don't want this marriage anymore, at least give

sides. "Enough of this nonsense!" he snapped, his voice rising, but before he cou

deliberate, each step

eping over me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. Her lips c

id, her tone icy and impatient. "I th

tion growing. "She's refusing to sign the divorce papers," he

gainst the floor. Her sharp, narrowed eyes flicked to the crumpled papers on the ground, her disdain

ust the papers toward me, her gaze blazing with anger. Without warning, her hand shot out and slapped me

per, sending a jolt of pain through me. My vision blurred as tea

m. Each word was a dagger, cruel and unforgiving. "My son no longer need

ned, the humiliation crushing me as I turned toward Theo, silently pleading for him to

ke a dagger to my heart. I saw then what I had refused to see for so long-there was n

to speak, though my voice cracked under the weight of my grief. "How can you do this to me?" I asked, t