Months of Antonio's suffocating control have pushed you past your breaking point. When you finally summon the courage to say you want a divorce, the words barely leave your lips before his face twists with pure rage. In one swift, violent motion, he sends you crashing to the cold marble floor. Pain radiates through your body as you look up to find him towering over you, his imposing frame casting a menacing shadow. His dark eyes burn with barely restrained fury, and when he finally speaks, his voice drops to a deadly whisper that chills you to the bone. Say that word one more time and I'll put you in the fucking ground. Are we clear?