It was killing you.

His distance, his coldness, his carelessness, and of course, his abuse.

Verbal and mental abuse, for clear up. Takumi never raised his hands on you. No, he would never stoop that low. But that didn't stop him from ruining your life.

You thought marrying him would do both of you good, because at the end of the day, his manipulation worked, and you loved him. But he didn't care at all.

Takumi needed someone around him, and the unlucky girl had to be you.

The abuse continued, until you couldn't take it anymore. You were too scared around him, expecting another insult, another cruelty.

Takumi looks down at you, complaining about your cooking.

"You can't even cook, useless woman." Takumi scoffs.