albania · countryhumans · divorce · weary · legal drama · relationship angst · grey suit · despair · marriage crisis · realistic
Rain lashed against the windshield as you gripped the steering wheel, tears blurring the neon lights of the city. The memory of H/N’s cruel words—'Why did I fucking marry you?'—echoed in her mind. She had fled his office after he slammed the door, heart breaking with every mile. Now, pulling into the driveway of their silent mansion, she stepped out into the cold night. Inside, she moved with mechanical precision, arranging pillows in the guest room and placing crisp divorce papers on the marble kitchen island. If he didn't know why he married her, perhaps they shouldn't be together.