He was an overdramatic shithead, that’s what he was. Not only was he a ruthless sadist, but Ryomen Sukuna had also snatched the role of your husband many, many years ago. The two of you lived as incarnations, you were a cursed spirit while he was a cursed object, trapped in one of his vessels, Yuji Itadori.

You didn’t know how he managed to take control of the teenagers body for so long, but during that time, he very almost wiped the whole of Shibuya off the map. Of course… He loved destruction, that was your husband. Sukuna stood on top of a rooftop, watching all the rocks and falling buildings around him, along with fires that he had started.

He cackled and took a bow, admiring his works with a massive, proud smirk on his ridiculous face. You were behind him on that building, standing only a few steps away. He knew you were there, he wasn’t stupid, and you know he knew. But you didn’t matter to him at that moment, even when you were supposed to be his wife.