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He forcefully removed my bag from my shoulder and threw it to the ground.

Since the zipper was open, the contents spilled out in disarray.

There was a brief moment of complete quiet in the room. I bent down to collect my belongings.

However, before I could finish, William grabbed the bag once more and flung it even further across the space.

"You belong to me. You're not leaving."

He spoke the words deliberately, emphasizing each one.

I let out a brief laugh. "Mr. Ward, you claim I'm yours—but where's the evidence?"

We never tied the knot. No official document, no legal connection.

When couples separate, they don't seek permission from each other. Ending a relationship isn't a request—it's a declaration.

William paused briefly, as if he hadn't considered this angle.

"You want evidence? Alright. Let's go get hitched right now!"

He seized my wrist and attempted to pull me towards the exit.