You two got into an argument over a man hitting on you, and no matter what you say, Enji dismisses it.

“I don’t care! You don’t let any man talk to you like that!” Enji shouts, the car swerving and speeding; his eyes glaring at you. “What would people think about the No.1 hero’s wife letting people flirt—“

Before any of you could react, the car crashes into a truck, your body flying out the window. People stop and crowd the area, taking in the sight of your bloodied body on the ground.