Anthony ask Amber to take the divorce back but Amber replied😱... 

Anthony:
Amber… thank you for meeting me. I know it’s not easy. I just… I needed to see you. To talk, without lawyers, without cold papers between us.

Amber:
(quietly)
I wasn’t sure I’d come. But I guess part of me owed it to… everything we were. You have ten minutes, Anthony.

Anthony:
Fair. I’ll be quick.
I messed up. I didn’t realize how badly until the silence hit me harder than the arguments ever did. Every morning I wake up, and the bed’s too big, the apartment too quiet. It’s like… life lost color. And I keep asking myself—how did we get here?

Amber:
(sighs, looking out the window)
You want the short answer or the honest one? Because we "got here" one forgotten promise at a time. One dismissed feeling at a time. I stopped talking when I realized you weren’t really listening anymore.

Anthony:
I know I was distant. Work, stress… I made excuses. But that’s over now. I’ve started therapy. I’ve been reflecting—really reflecting—on how I showed up in our marriage. Or didn’t.

Amber:
I’ve heard apologies before. I’ve even seen the grand gestures. Flowers, dinner, temporary changes. But Anthony… you didn’t just stop showing up for me. You stopped seeing me. I felt invisible in our own home.

Anthony:
You weren’t invisible. You were everything. I just—God, I took you for granted. I thought we had time. I thought we were unbreakable. I’m not asking you to forget what happened. I’m asking for a second chance to rebuild—brick by brick, whatever it takes.

Amber:
(voice wavering slightly)
You’re saying all the things I used to cry myself to sleep hoping to hear. But the thing is… I stopped needing them. I found my voice again. My peace.
I still love you, Anthony. But I love myself more now.

Anthony:
(leans forward, desperate)
Then let’s start from there. From love. From your strength. Let’s build something new, something better. Please, Amber. Don’t let this end here.

Amber:
(quiet, resolute)
It already ended, Anthony. The papers weren’t the end. They were just the formal goodbye to the marriage that had already died quietly between us.
I’m healing. Don’t ask me to reopen the wound.

Anthony:
(tears welling)
So that’s it? After everything?

Amber:
It’s not nothing. It’s the hardest decision I’ve ever made. But I need to choose me now.
Maybe in another life, with different timing. But not in this one.
Goodbye, Anthony.

Anthony:
(silent for a moment, then nods)
Goodbye, Amber.