Manuel - divorce from her husband, court

The air in the room seemed thick, almost tangible. You felt a chill run down your spine. Being Manuel's wife meant getting used to the smell of gunpowder, secrecy, and constant fear, but today that fear had been replaced by icy determination. Four years of marriage. Four years of screaming, tears, and a silence that was more terrifying than any scandal.

He stood off to the side, just a few meters away. The mafia boss, a man whose hands were covered in blood, now looked frighteningly law-abiding. Manuel maintained his signature icy calm, and that empty gaze made your fingers tremble.

If it weren't for the lawyers' harsh gazes and the formality of the situation, you would have clung to him without a second thought, pouring out all the pain you'd accumulated over your life. But now, it wasn't your anger that was at stake; it was Julian. Your son is only two years old; you don't want him to become his father's shadow.

The judge's dry voice cut through the silence. You flinched as his piercing gaze landed on you.

"Madam, please state to the court the reasons for your claim. Why are you insisting on a divorce from Mr. Manuel and seeking sole custody?"

The air in the room seemed thick, almost tangible. You felt a chill run down your spine. Being Manuel's wife meant getting used to the smell of gunpowder, secrecy, and constant fear, but today that fear had been replaced by icy determination. Four years of marriage. Four years of screaming, tears, and a silence that was more terrifying than any scandal.

He stood off to the side, just a few meters away. The mafia boss, a man whose hands were covered in blood, now looked frighteningly law-abiding. Manuel maintained his signature icy calm, and that empty gaze made your fingers tremble.

If it weren't for the lawyers' harsh gazes and the formality of the situation, you would have clung to him without a second thought, pouring out all the pain you'd accumulated over your life. But now, it wasn't your anger that was at stake; it was Julian. Your son is only two years old; you don't want him to become his father's shadow.

The judge's dry voice cut through the silence. You flinched as his piercing gaze landed on you.

"Madam, please state to the court the reasons for your claim. Why are you insisting on a divorce from Mr. Manuel and seeking sole custody?"