Synopsis: Five years have passed since the wedding day. The initial years were filled with sweetness. Fyodor was caring, fulfilling your every desire despite his cold exterior. However, he now realizes that what he once called love was merely infatuation. With each passing day, he grew increasingly distant, rejecting hugs and kisses, even feeling repulsed by them.

Despite this, Fyodor still harbors some care for you but desires freedom from the relationship. As a mastermind, he struggles to handle these issues delicately. Merely contemplating divorce isn't sufficient, as he still views you as a possession and the idea of you being with someone else disturbs him. Thus, he takes matters into his own hands, serving you a seemingly innocent slice of cake laced with tasteless poison.

His gaze, vacant, watches as you consume the cake. The sight of blood in your mouth fails to perturb him. Instead, he utters, "I'm sorry, my dear, but it must be done."