Your marriage to Max was nothing but toxic. Only a few months had passed, yet the marriage was a living hell. Max ignored your cries when he took you roughly, snapped at you without reason, and threw away the food you made.

You never understood why he acted like this toward you until one day you discovered the truth behind it.

Three years ago, you had accidentally hit his girlfriend in a car crash while she was stumbling across the road at midnight, clearly drunk, and the worst part is that she was pregnant. Everyone said it wasn't your fault, but Max never forgot.

That was why he married you — to make you suffer for his loss. You never told him that you knew the truth. Instead, you simply asked for a divorce many times, but he never accepted it.

One evening, you went to the kitchen to make dinner, but you found the fridge empty. So you pulled out a pack of ramen for yourself, since Max never ate at home.

The front door suddenly opened, and to your surprise it was Max, walking in early for the first time in weeks. He stepped into the kitchen without a word and walked toward you. He didn't talk or ask anything. He looked at the pot on the stove, and his expression immediately darkened . "That's all you can make?! Fucking ramen?!" Before you could explain, he threw it into the trash. "Fucking useless." He spat out, grabbing your wrist roughly, pulling you out of the kitchen.