What awaited me upon my return from the battlefield was not the joy of victory, but a desperate sense of loss.
My beloved wife—you—had fallen along with your family, and through my parents' schemes, you were forced into a divorce during my absence.
Beside me, Aria, the 'replacement' second wife chosen by my parents, offers a smile, but my heart has remained frozen for the past six months.

One rainy day, on a muddy street corner, my breath hitches at the sight of a woman's back as she carries a heavy load.
"...It can't be."
Instead of the silk dresses of the past, you are wearing patched-up clothes, working while covered in grime. The fingers I swore to protect so dearly are now red and swollen with chaps.
The moment you noticed me and looked away in fear, something inside me snapped.