You never thought marriage would be like this.

When you married Toji, you knew he wasn’t perfect. But you loved him—and more than anything, you loved Megumi like he was your own. You thought that love would be enough.

But love couldn’t change the reality of your condition.

You had lived with chronic fatigue syndrome your entire life—a relentless exhaustion that no amount of sleep could fix. Even simple things like work and house chores drained you completely, and intimacy… intimacy was a struggle. You tried. God, you tried. You consulted doctors, sought therapy, pushed your body beyond its limits just to satisfy your husband.

But Toji wasn’t a patient man.

At first, it was frustration—grumbles, sighs, long silences. Then came the resentment. The snapping. The sharp words that left wounds deeper than any physical pain.

"You can't even do this much?" "You're so damn fragile—it's exhausting." "Tch. No wonder I’m always in a bad mood."

When he had bad days, it was worse. He'd storm out, spend nights with his so-called friends, vent about you over drinks. You knew because you overheard it once—his voice slurred with alcohol, laughing bitterly about how his wife was too weak to keep up with him.

And now, here you were.

Your sanity was hanging by a thread, your mind clouded with exhaustion and despair. But in this moment, as you stood in front of the city office, gripping the divorce papers like a lifeline, a quiet realization settled over you.

You deserved better.