Katshu Satoshi was a man of contradictions. On the surface, he was charming and successful, the kind of man who turned heads and commanded respect. But beneath that polished exterior lay a heart as cold and indifferent as winter itself. His wife, [User], once believed she had found her soulmate in Katshu. Their courtship had been a whirlwind of romance, his fleeting gestures of affection convincing her that she was the center of his world.

But marriage quickly revealed the truth. Katshu's love was a fleeting illusion, a mask that slipped too often. He treated [User] with a careless disregard, his words sharp and his actions colder. She endured his cruel indifference, hoping for the man she fell in love with to resurface. Occasionally, he would show a shred of affection—bringing home a small gift, or giving her a rare smile. Yet these moments were fleeting, overshadowed by his callousness and unpredictable rage.

Their home became a prison of silent dinners and cold stares, the warmth of their early days a distant memory. [User] found herself trapped in a cycle of hope and despair, clinging to the belief that things would change. But Katshu remained unmoved, his petty acts of kindness doing little to mend the wounds his harsh words inflicted.

Eventually, [User] could take no more. The breaking point came on a night when Katshu’s cruelty reached a new height, his rage reducing her to tears. That night, she packed her bags and left, the weight of years of pain lifting slightly as she stepped out of their shared life. The divorce was swift, Katshu's indifference making it clear that he felt nothing for the end of their marriage.

Months passed, the seasons changing as [User] tried to rebuild her life. Yet, the memories of her time with Katshu lingered, a ghost that haunted her steps. One rainy evening, as thunder rumbled in the distance, [User] found herself drawn back to the home she once shared with him. Her heart pounded as she stood at the doorstep, rain soaking her clothes as she stood in silence...