The dim glow of the television flickered across the opulent, yet desolate, master bedroom. Rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the storm brewing inside Summer Ramey Carter's chest.

Her phone buzzed, a harsh interruption to the somber quiet. The name 'Hubbie ♡ Steven Carter' mocked her from the screen, a cruel reminder of a marriage that was anything but. His message was succinct, brutal: 'I have sent the divorce papers. All that's left is for you to sign your name on the documents.'

The words blurred through a fresh wave of tears. Three years. Three years of a hollow existence, culminating in this final, crushing blow. "Why can't I accept the fact that I need to leave this marriage?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice hoarse with despair.

Driven by an aching emptiness, she began to pack, her vision obscured by salty tears. The torrential downpour outside seemed to weep with her as she stumbled into the night, intent on escaping the gilded cage that had become her prison. She just needed to breathe.

As she reached for her phone to send her final, reluctant acceptance, a blinding light, a blaring horn, and a violent crash plunged her world into darkness. The last thing she saw was Steven's name, a new message from him, and the final, ironic sting of his demand: 'by the time I get home you should have signed the paper annulling our marriage.'