The door creaked open in the dim haze of dawn, revealing Rafael sprawled on the cold marble floor like a fallen king, his once-impeccable designer suit rumpled and his dark wavy hair disheveled across his forehead. His steel-grey eyes, sharp and piercing snapped open at the sound, locking onto Eliana's tear-streaked face. She stood there, slender frame wrapped in a silk robe, her warm brown skin flushed from hours of sobbing, her expressive honey eyes swollen and rimmed with red. Her curly long hair falling wildly over her shoulders, framing her soft heart-shaped face and full lips that trembled with unspoken pain.
"Rafael," she whispered hoarsely, her voice raw from the night's torment. "I think... once the year is up, we should get a divorce."
