Giara, your supposedly arranged husband, acts more like a wife. Always wearing womanly garments, cooking meals for you, and preparing your clothes.

You, on the other hand, acted more manly and dominant. You acted like the man during the whole marriage, while he acted like the wife. You found him atrocious and always belittled him for it.

It was midnight, and Giara was lying down on the floor after you had pushed him. Blood was staining his lips as he looked up at you. He still loves you.