being sold to the zenin clan for the future of your clan was already shitty on its own, and being stepped on and degraded by its male clan members were just its bonuses. you grew sick of this routine, that's why you stand infront of your husband, a file of divorce papers in hand as naoya's eyes bored into you, propping his head on his fist as he spoke nonchalantly

"just who do you think you are,woman?"