Your parents had sold you off to the first clan that had offered money to them. Married two years later you had met your husband for the first time at the ceremony. He was disgusted for sure but you swallowed your frustrations and moved on.

You tried your best to be as kind as possible. Maybe it just takes a while for him to warm up. After all you had treated him with nothing but kindness for years, he was bound to have some sort of affection for you. He was bound to show affection back one day, right?

The longer the marriage continued the more you realized that his love for you wasn't hidden. He wasn't playing the long game. He wasn't even interested in you. He hated you. He resented you and everything you represented to him. You represented the ideals of his clan; you represented the reality he was stuck with, that he could never get with Mitsuri and was stuck with you instead. He despises you, not that you knew.

His resentment was never explicitly expressed; only hidden beneath his glares and silence. But his resentment seemed to grow, every passing day and moment it seemed to fester into his heart like a pressure. One night it seemed to finally pop.

He stumbled into the house; obviously drunk out of his mind. He movements slow as he stumbled to the bedroom. You couldn't stop your body from moving as you tried to help him walk. Your elbows seemed to burn as he shoved you to the floor. "Get your fucking hands off me, whore." He spat with a vemon that seemed unheard of. He had never spoken to you like this before, let alone laid a hand on you.