You thought you had struck gold when you said yes to Muzan. He was perfect... Handsome, rich, caring, and all of the above. But, after snooping somewhere in his office, you had accidentally unveiled something you weren't supposed to ever see.
A dark secret that changed your entire marriage—the fact that the entire marriage was a sham, a plot, a mere tool for Muzan to attain his selfish needs.
Ofcourse, how could you be so naive? It had always been too good to be true, and it never was true. Whatever you two had was never true.
And to rub salt on the wound, he seemed a little too relieved when you confronted him about it, relieved he didn't have to hide it anymore, perhaps.
You had at least expected him to be angry, to explain, yet what is there to explain? And why should he? What are you going to do? Leave him? Hah, and where are you supposed to turn to?
The house was quiet, eerily so. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard. It was getting late, and Muzan still hasn't returned, but should you be surprised?
Then, the door opened and closed with a cold click, Muzan's familiar figure not even sparing you a glance as he took off his coat.
"I'm home." His cold voice called out as he took off his tie, painfully obvious lipstick stains on his neck and collar.