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Alison had just left the shop, where she had bought a gift for her husband to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

It was their fifth anniversary, and she wanted to surprise him.

Her feet moved swiftly towards the room, unable to contain her joy.

But just as she opened the door of their matrimonial room, she was greeted with the worst thing she could ever imagine.

Bruno was in bed with another woman, having sex without a care in the world.

She stood frozen, unable to utter a word, even though many thoughts were running through her mind.

"Bruno?" Her voice, now almost lost, filled the room, putting a distraction between the two, as the gift box fell off her hands.

He turned, a hint of surprise crossing his face before it hardened to something she could not place a hand on.

"Alison, what are you doing here?" His voice came through, breaking her heart further.

"What am I doing here?" she echoed, her voice rising with anger. "What are you doing here, Bruno? With her? Worst of all, it had to be on this special day of ours!"

Bruno frowned, "what are you talking about? What's so special about today?" He asked, getting off the bed.

Alison's gaze locked onto Bruno, her eyes burning with a pain that she had never felt before. "You don't know what I'm talking about? You don't know that this is our anniversary? Five years, Bruno, five years of marriage, and you choose to celebrate it with her? You chose to defile our matrimonial room with another woman?"

He scoffed, his eyes cold. "Don't be ridiculous, Alison. This is my house, I can do what I want. Besides, there is nothing special about the wedding anniversary."

"This is our house," she corrected, her voice filling the room. "And you call this 'doing what you want'? And then, you say you love me."

Bruno's lips curled into a sneer. "Love? Do you think this is about love, Alison? This is about freedom, about doing what I want, when I want, with whomever I want. And when have I ever told you I love you, genuinely? Heck, those are facades for the public to not be skeptical."

His words were like a dagger, plunged deeply into her heart. Although her marriage with Bruno was an arranged one, because her father could not pay his debt before he died, she didn't think it would get to this point.

"You're a monster," she spat, clutching the fabric over her chest.

"I'm a man who wants to live his life," he retorted, his voice cold and resounding. "And you, Alison, are a woman who is holding me back. Have some sense, will you? Why are you even so bothered when this marriage is just a disguise."

Alison's heart ached, as she moved forward immediately, standing in front of the woman, whom she now recognized to be one of the employees working in the company.

"You...how dare you?" She said, smacking her right cheek.

She clutched her reddened cheek and looked down. "I.. I'm so—"

Bruno, whose face was now filled with anger, grabbed Alison's arm tightly. "Alison, you've gone too far!"

He pushed her away, causing her to hit her back hard on the wall. "Don't you dare touch her," he hissed.

"You think you can just throw me away like a piece of trash? After five years of marriage, after everything we've been through, you think you can just walk away? You told me you married me, not because it was an arranged marriage, but because you were interested in me. What did I do wrong to you, Bruno? I tried my best to be a good wife, yet you don't ever appreciate it."

He stood there, waiting patiently for her to finish ranting. Just as she was done, he looked at her in the eyes, and said, "It is over, Alison. We are done."

Alison could feel her world-shattering as those words left his lips.

"Wha.. what did you say?" She asked, trying to confirm if what she heard was true or maybe, she was only hallucinating.

Bruno did not say a word, he turned to the table and picked up a large brow envelope.

He moved closer to her as he shoved the envelope roughly into her hands.

She looked down at it with tears in her eyes, as her voice became lower than a whisper.

"What is this?" She asked, looking back at him.

He leaned in on the table and shrugged.

"Open it, will you?"

She swallowed hard, not sure of what the envelope held inside.

As she split it open, she brought out a white paper with words imprinted on it.

The heading caught her attention, and she stepped back a little.

"DIVORCE AGREEMENT" was its heading, and now she was sure that this was no joke.

"Bruno, you can't just divorce me!" She said, unable to accept the reality of things.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Oh, I can. I can divorce you anytime I want to, and that's what I'm doing now."

Tears fell from her eyes, and she replied, "Why? What did I do to you? I'm sure we can work it out—"

"Stop making this seem hard, Alison. Sign those papers and be free. Isn't that what you have always wanted? To be free from a man like me; a monster as you call me."

"When you said you were interested in me, was it a lie?" She asked, swallowing hard.

"I never loved you, Alison. I was interested in your capability and what you had to offer to the company. Your father owed our family a huge debt, of course, you had to pay for it with your skill, and now that I no longer need your service, I'm done with you," he paused, picking up a pen.

He stretched it over to her, "Alison, do yourself a favor and sign these god-damned papers!" He yelled, shoving a hand into his hair.

The words hit her hard like a storm. She had been used and dumped. She looked at him, and a flash of all that had happened in the past few years rushed into her mind.

She grabbed the pen from him and signed her name.

"You want a divorce, here it is, Bruno Francisco."