"I Want A Divorce"

"I want a divorce."

The words left Eva's lips like a blade—sharp, deliberate, and cold.

Eyan frowned slightly, his voice low and confused. "I… don't quite understand."

Eva let out a bitter laugh. "Oh? Your Majesty doesn't understand?" She stepped forward, eyes brimming with tears and rage. "Then let me be clear."

Her voice cracked like thunder.

"I. Want. A. Divorce… Kyel."

Eyan's jaw clenched. He curled his fingers into a tight fist behind his back, his knuckles turning white, but his face remained unreadable—frozen.

"…Isn't that your husband's name?" he asked quietly. "Why are you calling me that? I'm not him."

"You're not him?" Eva echoed, her voice trembling.

She stormed toward him, her fingers shaking as she grabbed the front of his shirt. With one furious pull, the fabric tore open, buttons scattering across the floor like fallen tears. She yanked the silver chain from around his neck, breaking it.

In her palm gleamed a wedding ring.

Her voice was sharp, wounded. "If you're not him, why do you have this?" She held the ring up. "This… this belongs to my husband."

Still, Eyan didn't move. Didn't blink. His eyes just stared, hollow.

"You lied to me," she spat. "And even now—you still won't stop lying."

She began pounding her fists against his chest, each hit softer than the last but fueled by pain. "Do you have any idea what you did to me?" she sobbed. "Do you know how much I hated myself when my heart raced as you came near? I wanted to die—die—because I thought I was betraying him… betraying the love he gave me…"

She cried harder, her voice raw.

"My heart was pounding because it was you."

Her hands shook violently. "Even when my eyes didn't see it—even when you changed your face—my heart and my body remembered his touch."

She dropped to her knees, clutching her head. Her voice was a broken whisper. "Why… why did you lie to me? I gave you everything—my trust, my heart, my soul… my body. I gave you everything I had. And you—"

Her head snapped up, tears flooding her cheeks.

"Was it fun for you? Tell me! Was it fun playing with my heart?!"

Silence.

Then finally, Eyan's voice broke the heavy stillness.

"…Your wish—"

He paused, the silence stretching like a wound.

"—will be granted."

Eva blinked, stunned. "What…?"

"I said," Eyan whispered, voice sharp, bitter, hollow, "your wish will be granted. You'll have your divorce. I'll give it to you."

She staggered back a step. "That's it?" she choked. "You're not going to explain? Not even try?"

"There's nothing to explain," he said without emotion.

Eva wiped her tears quickly, voice faltering. "I… I'm sorry. I overreacted. I was angry. You must've had a reason. Just tell me… I'll listen. Please."

"I had no reason," he said.

She stared at him—eyes wide, lips trembling.

He continued flatly, "So, when do you want the papers signed? Now? Tomorrow? I'll have Hans—"

Slap!

The sound echoed like thunder between them.

Eva's hand trembled where it had struck him. "I hate you," she said through gritted teeth. "I hate your face. I hate how you look. You're right—you can't be him. I refuse to believe it."

"I don't want to see your face ever again."

Eyan inhaled slowly. "Then leave."

Eva's eyes widened. "What…?"

"You said you don't want to see me," he said, his tone ice. "So leave."

She turned, flinging the door open—but Hans stood in the way.

"Your Highness, please," Hans said urgently. "Don't leave—"

"Don't call me that," Eva snapped. "I have nothing to do with him."

"Lady Eva, His Majesty… he was going to tell you the truth. He was—"

"Hans." Eyan's voice came from behind, flat and final. "Let her go."

Hans turned, stunned. "But Your Majesty—"

"I said let her leave."

Eva didn't wait. She ran, tears streaming, heart shattered.

Hans turned back. "Your Majesty, please—don't let her go like this. She—"

"I'm not stopping her," Eyan whispered, his voice distant.

Hans hesitated. "But—"

"You can leave now, Hans. I want to be alone."

The door clicked shut behind him.

Silence.

Eyan stood in the middle of the room, staring at the empty doorway. Then he slowly collapsed to the floor, his hands covering his mouth as the sobs began to tear from his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered between gasps. "I'm so sorry…"

His voice cracked.

"Don't go…"

A sob.

"Don't leave me."

Another, deeper.

"Don't leave me, Eva…"

And then—he broke completely. His whole body shook, trembling uncontrollably as he wept on the floor, alone.

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