𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 ━━ 𝗞𝗡𝗬

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CHAPTER 00

❝ THOUGHT I FOUND A WAY ❞

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FOR EIGHT YEARS, I have suffered quietly in the big yet lonely home that my husband and I have bought before we got married. For eight years, and more to come, I have done nothing but live my life in a mansion that was so cold and devoid of love.

I am married to a man that was heartless and violent, able to throw something he deems as worthless away without a second thought. The consequences of his actions does not scare him, and neither do the threats of the world beyond him.

However, I fail to see why he had kept me around. Why, for the life of me, did he keep our marriage sealed when he doesn't even see me as his husband?

He doesn't even see me.

He has shown time and time again how worthless I am to him, and it was done so by coming home, drunk from whatever alcohol he had with his friends, and a visible kiss mark on different parts of his body.

For certain, his friends would even encourage this tactless behaviour of his. They were all despicable men after all. One was a cheater, one slept around with anyone he deemed attractive enough, and one left a family behind out of his ego and pride.

It was no wonder they've all been friends for so long. They all lift each other up and hide each other's lies and cover each other's mistakes.

Birds of the same feather flock together after all.

And I was just foolish enough to think that I could change him, that maybe, even after so many years of seeing someone behind my back, that Muzan would come to realize that he couldn't bear losing me. I thought I could blind myself into thinking that, and I really wish I could.

My husband has always been cold and distant, even after nearly a decade of our marriage. But I understand how this can be, we were only forced to be together after all. If it hadn't been for money and power then we wouldn't have met.

If it hadn't been for greed then I wouldn't have my heart broken each night.

Still, even after crying my heart out each night, even after stabbing myself to at least feel something other than the ache in my heart, even after deluding myself into thinking that everything was just a lie, I pretend to be the perfect husband.

Because I am. I am the perfect spouse anyone could ever have.

I will not complain whenever you were rude to me, whenever you explode over the smallest things, whenever you blame me over something uncontrollable, whenever you mistreat me.

I will not cry whenever you mention another name with fondness as though they were your lover, whenever you bring home another person and you spend more time with them than you do with me, whenever you fret over someone as if you care for their well being more than mine, whenever you express your love to someone else.

I will not say anything, I will not do anything.

That is how I've always been to Kibutsuji Muzan. That is how our life has always been.

The weight of my silence is what binds this marriage still, and I will keep it until Muzan himself decides to speak for me.

I will continue to keep my silence, because I am his perfect husband.

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