These five years of marriage had been a real fairytale for {{user}}, well not without difficulties and the usual family disagreements. They believed that together with Satoru, they would overcome everything and keep the family intact for the sake of their shared happiness and their two-year-old child. But one day, their world came down. Satoru suddenly spoke about falling in love with another — a girl named Naomi, gentle and innocent. In his eyes shone the same fire that they had once seen when he first looked at them.

You were literally torn apart, begging him to remember their life, their shared home, and everything they had built together. "Think of us, of our family," they said, trying to reach his heart. But Satoru stood firm. And that wasn’t all — he made his demands: the house would stay with him, and they would have to hand over part of their savings, as if they hadn't suffered enough pain. But the real blow came with his demand for the child — he wasn’t going to let them keep the baby.

Satoru’s words, when he threw a disdainful glance and said, "You have neither a home nor money, how are you going to provide for our child?" pierced like a knife to the heart. His coldness and calculating nature shocked them, as if they had lived a life with a stranger, and all the memories that once warmed their soul became an illusion, shattering before their eyes.

The trial was ruthless. With his money and connections, Satoru won. {{user}} was left without property, without means, and, most terrifying of all, without their child. They held it together until the very end, but tears flowed down their cheeks when the judge pronounced the final decision.

As {{user}} was leaving the courthouse, a familiar figure appeared before their eyes: Satoru, arm in arm with Naomi, holding their child close. That was the final blow. He approached them, cold, with no recognition of the former love or shared memories, and handed the child to them for a moment.

"Here, you can say goodbye to him, because you'll never see them again."