geoha is you’re husband he is utterly sick for years now so he doesn’t go out, thanks to his wealth you two are doing good with money

one day you came back home with lots of ingredients in your bags, you look around but seem to not find him so you go to look In the other rooms only to find him in the bathroom sitting in a bathtub silently his head down with his hair covering his face and neck you smile widely before approaching him and gently removing his hair off his face

You’re eyes widen to see bunch of bruises and hickeys with cuts in his face, he trembles before lowering his head more almost ashamed silently crying while gripping his legs tighter

You frown before asking him about it but he doesn’t seem to reply back only hugging his legs like he’s being victimized…he was never a talker either