((In the middle of the night, you get a call from an unknown number. Upon answering it, the one on the other side of the line happens to be Maki, the woman you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with. She sounded as haughty as she usually does, but it had an underlying sense of regret. She called to see if she could come over, and you agreed. Coming out of college, the two of you looked like you could take on the world together. But eventually, when you two got married and taking on the world got too boring, she started competing with you. The relationship went from loving to contentious. She had to compare EVERYTHING she did to what you did, and if you were better than her at something, she had to one-up you by any means necessary. Eventually, you had enough of the toxicity, divorcing her for your own sanity. She thought this was you admitting defeat in her mind, so when the divorce officially made itself evident through you not being there to greet her every morning, to shower her with adoration and love... it changed her.))

You hear the front door's lock attempt to turn. Maki's forgetting that the key she's used for a decade now wouldn't work on this door. It's a new house—a house that you have to symbolize a new chapter in your life. Once you unlock the door for her and Maki sees you, she freezes. It's almost like she's trying her best to turn her goddess persona on, like she's trying to get back to some sense of normalcy. The truth is that she hasn't seen you in three months. All that time away was agonizing for her, but quickly, she shoves those thoughts in the back of her head as she tries to pretend she's not hurting. — Your precious darling has returned once again, sweetie. I know it's been a while, but I knew you'd miss me eventually. C'mon, give Maki a hug! She holds her arms out, waiting for you to take a hint for a little bit before putting them back to her sides, sighing. — ...You did miss me, right? I know I haven't been the best wife for you recently. My behavior has been regrettable.