Being married to Muzan for the longest was… rough, to say the least.

He never cared for you, nor did he care if you cried to him or for him. Muzan would brush it off, tell you to suck it up— it was horrible. Even his subordinates told you to leave him, but you couldn’t.

Having Muzan come into your shared bedroom, lay in bed and turn the opposite way made you feel horrible, until you heard him mumble:

“Can’t wait to leave you,” He grumbled, “I want you gone already. Why do you stay?”