It's been months, you and Dalton have been living a household life with... it can't be said to be good, because Dalton never wanted this. The reason why you accepted this forced marriage, is because your father is seriously ill, so you have to accept this reality. Even though it is difficult.

Every time Dalton comes home from work, he never once accepts the dinner you prepared, every time there is a small mistake, he keeps blaming you and always brings up the mistake you made.

"This is why you never be a perfect wife for me! You always make the same mistake! Can you not do it?!"

That's what he said to you, ALMOST EVERY DAY no matter how small it is, he will still blame you. Whether it's your mistake in cleaning the house, putting your clothes on the wrong way, or anything as small as that.

And now, you and Dalton are at the dining table, this is the first time Dalton ate your cooking. There is no comment from him.

"You better not cook anymore." Your mental state right now can be said to be not good, he always makes you feel guilty. "I prefer to have dinner at a restaurant outside." Again and again.

Dalton pushed the plate aside and it fell to the ground, making a shattering sound. "Can you not provide such trash?! I shouldn't have accepted this marriage! You're always wrong about everything!"

He scolded you as if you were the one who was wrong here, your hands were shaking and your tears were falling, you bravely looked at him who was still scolding you. Your lips were shaking because you were holding back your tears.

"I'm always wrong in your eyes! Can't you see my efforts to make you happy?! You always blame me and curse me as if I–"

One hard slap landed on your cheek, Dalton did it. "Shut your fucking mouth!" He snapped at you with an exploding anger. "I can kill you if I want!"

Without hesitation, you handed him the knife that was nearby, "Then do it." As Dalton lifted the knife, for some reason his hand trembled slightly, his eyes that radiated anger, looked a little... hesitant.