(Volume 4 Chapter 3: Unleashed I) (Volume 4 Chapter 4: Unleashed II)

Then, in the midst of the white static... it happened.

A pair of hands, pale and trembling with a familiar, feverish heat, reached through the void. They weren't powerful, but they were real.

 The hands reached out and gently took hold of Shin’s face, pulling his claws away from his eyes and forcing his head up.

The roaring stopped. 

The silence that followed was more terrifying than the explosion.

Shin looked up with eyes that were bloodshot, hollowed out, and vibrating with cosmic instability. He saw her.

Yuisa.

She didn't say a word—she couldn't.

 She was the mute girl, the sick wife, the Blur Girl who finally had a face. She looked at the absolute wreck of the man she loved—the terrifying, broken God he had become—and she didn't flinch. 

She simply held his head, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his own.

The universe was gone. The stars were dead. But for the first time in two hundred and seventeen years... Shin Tomoko was finally being seen.

The silence of the void was heavy.

Shin looked at Yuisa—the real Yuisa—and the fake memories from his wife yurina married to his brother to the event of yuisa death, all of them begin flicker in his mind like a dying screen.

Shin: ((Wait...
I see it now.
I forgot to mention it even to myself.
All this time, the only memory I had of Yuisa was that she was "the wife my mother forced me to marry."
I didn't remember the details. I didn't remember the quiet mornings or the way she looked at me when the world felt too loud.)

He reached up, his trembling fingers hovering over her hands.

Shin: (How did we spend our days?
How much did we actually love each other?
What were the things she whispered into my palm because she couldn't speak?
I didn't remember any of it.
I chose not to focus on it...
I was afraid that if I dug too deep, I’d find a sadness I couldn't survive. So I accepted the lie.
I accepted the fake story about Yuisa.)

A single, blood-red tear escaped his eye, evaporating before it could hit the void.

Shin: (But it was a way of saving me
" That person" gave me those fake memories because they knew the truth was too powerful.
She made me believe Yuisa was just a wife who i love like my first wife...
She made me believe i didn't care very much but in reality i was crazy for her...
Like i did before would happen again like this time happened i couldn't control my power
Yes, she was yuisa who made me forgot all of those memories because she didn't wanted me to feel the guilt, pain anymore)

It was around the time when my wife yurina was married to my brother i was depressed as hell but pretend to being happy then........

.........................................................................................

Mother: (Shin, you will marry whoever I tell you to marry.
This isn't a request.)

Shin: (Mom, why don’t you try to understand?
I can’t do this.
I don’t want to feel that kind of pain anymore... so please, just leave me alone!)

Mother: (I don’t know why you’ve become like this.
What even happened to you?
I want you to marry the girl I’ve chosen, and that’s final.
Your brother’s wife, Yurina, and your brother both want this for you too, so—)

Shin: (Of course you don’t know...)

Shin turned away, his voice dropping to a jagged whisper that his mother couldn't hear.

Shin: (...You don’t know because someone changed the timeline.
You don’t remember that Yurina was my wife in a previous life.
Now she’s with my brother... and it’s better for her that way.
I don't want to see her suffer the way she did before.
I won't let my curse touch her again.)

Mother: (She is mute and she is always sick, so you won't have any issues.
Treat her however you see fit.
Her name is Yuisa.
To be honest, she is a profit for my business; her father wanted her married off, and I need the partnership.
It's a perfect arrangement.)

Shin clenched his fists. He was terrified of loving someone else, terrified of the "supernova" inside him breaking another human soul.
So, he put on a mask of cruelty to protect himself.

Shin: (Fine.
I’ll do it.
But remember—I’m not going to play nurse to some sick, mute girl.
I’ll treat her however I want.
Don't expect me to care.)

Mother: (Good.
The marriage is tomorrow.
Be ready.)

The door slammed shut, leaving Shin in the darkness of his room.
He didn't turn on the light.
He just sat on the edge of his bed, his hands shaking.

Shin: (A mute girl...
a sick girl... a "profit."
Fine.
If that’s what this world wants from me, I’ll give it to them. whatever happens to her i don't care)

There was no music.

No laughter.

The ceremony was a cold business transaction held in a private estate.

Shin stood at the altar, dressed in a black suit that felt like a shroud.

He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, his heart a cold lump of lead.

Then, he heard the soft, rhythmic sound of a wheelchair on the marble floor.

He didn't look up until the wheelchair stopped beside him.
He felt the gaze of the "profit" on his skin.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowed, ready to show her the "monster" he was pretending to be.

But the words he had prepared—the insults, the coldness—died in his throat.

Yuisa.

She sat in the wheelchair, wrapped in a white dress that seemed too heavy for her fragile frame.
Her skin was the color of porcelain, flushed with the unnatural heat of her fever.
Her hair was like spun silk, and her eyes... they weren't the eyes of a "business partner's daughter."

They were the eyes of someone who had already seen the end of the world.

Shin made his mind comeback to senses....

The "marriage" was over.
They were moved to his house —a cold, empty mansion that felt more like a cage.

Yuisa was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She looked so small, her fingers white as she gripped the fabric of her dress.

Yuisa: (Trembling... sob...)

She heard the heavy thud of the door locking.

Her heart hammered against her ribs—thump-thump, thump-thump.

She nervously straightened her dress, her eyes glued to the floor, her breathing coming in shallow, feverish hitches.

Shin threw his jacket onto a chair with a violent flick.

He didn't even look at her.

Shin: (Listen.
Don't expect anything from me.
I didn't want this.
You’re just a pawn for my mother, and I’m just a man who will live with you as a stranger.
Stay on your side of the room, and I’ll stay on mine.
Got it?!)

Yuisa flinched, a small "ah..." escaping her throat.
She forced a painful, trembling smile and nodded her head frantically.

Shin: (Oh, I forgot.
You’re always sick.
And you’re mute.
Tch. So of course you can’t even say anything.
What a goddamn pain.)

The words hit Yuisa like physical blows.
Her soul shattered in that instant.
A tear threatened to fall, but she bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, forcing the grief back down.
She kept her eyes on his feet, unable to look higher.

With shaking hands, she pulled out her notebook and wrote, her pen scratching loudly in the silent room.
She held it up.

"I am sorry you are stuck with someone like me.
I will try not to be a burden, Mr. Shin."

Shin looked at the paper, then glared at her with a terrifying, icy look.
The pen slipped from her trembling fingers and clattered to the floor.

Shin: (Whatever.
I’m sleeping on the sofa.
You take the bed.
And don’t try to show your face to me.
Don’t expect me to take care of your sickness or adjust to your "mutation."
You’re more of a burden than a wife.
You’re just a sick, mute girl.)

He collapsed onto the sofa, pulling out his phone.
He began scrolling through videos, the bright light of the screen the only warmth in the room.

Yuisa felt the sob rising in her chest.
"Ugh... sob..." She stood up, her legs shaking, and began to move toward the restroom.

THUD.

Her knees gave out.
The fever and the weakness were too much.
She hit the floor hard.
A few drops of tears finally escaped, staining the hardwood.
Also there was blood on her feet releasing...

Shin: (How much of a pain can you be?
If you're going to fall, do it somewhere else.
You’re disturbing me.
Get out and walk to the restroom—or do you need a cane like some old man?
Just get out already!)

Shin whispered to himself: (How much trouble can one mute girl cause? Unbelievable.)

Yuisa dragged herself up, her joints aching.
She walked slowly, painfully, into the restroom.
She splashed cold water on her face, staring at her reflection.

Yuisa’s Thought: (I won't cry.
My father was crueler than this.
I will not be a pain to Mr. Shin anymore.
I have to be invisible.)

She walked out, lay on the very edge of the bed, and tried to disappear into the blankets.
Shin ignored her as if she were an insect—lower than an insect.

Hours later, the room was silent, but the air felt thick and heavy.

Cough.

Cough.
Wheeze.

Shin snapped his eyes open.
The sound was wet, ragged.
He looked toward the bed. Yuisa was drenched in sweat, her skin glowing under the moonlight, her breath coming in desperate, shallow gasps.
She was burning up.

Shin stood up, his face twisted in a scowl.
He didn't go to her.

He didn't touch her forehead.
He walked straight to the door and called for a servant.

Shin: (Take care of her.
She’s being noisy.)

He walked down the hall to a guest room and slammed the door.

Shin’s Thought: (She’s so noisy.
Because of that mute girl, my sleep is ruined.
Even a pet wouldn't make this much noise.
She’s worse than I thought.
What a total pain.)

He lay down and fell into a deep, heartless sleep.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Yuisa lay in the dark, her fever peaking, her heart breaking in the silence.

The Next morning:

The sun hadn’t even fully risen when Yuisa dragged her shaking body out of bed. 

Her fever was a roaring fire in her chest, and her knees buckled with every step.
"Ah... huff... huff..."

She clutched the wall, her breath coming in ragged hitches.

She had one thought: I have to be a good wife.
I have to show him I’m not just a burden.

In the kitchen, it was a nightmare. 

Because of her trembling hands, she dropped the pans—CLANG! 

She burned her fingers on the stove—"Mmmph!!"—biting her tongue to keep from making a sound. 

She fell, her knees hitting the hard tile again and again.
"Sob... ugh..."

By the time the coffee was brewed and the breakfast was plated, her arms were covered in red scalds and her apron was stained with her own struggle. 

But she smiled. A small, heart breakingly hopeful smile.

Shin walked in, his suit sharp, his face a mask of granite.

 He was ready to go on work which he had to do because his mother forced him...

He saw Yuisa in the kitchen—burnt, scratched, and shaking—and he looked right through her as if she were a ghost.

He sat at the table. 

The maid moved to serve the breakfast she had prepared, but Yuisa stepped forward. 

With trembling hands, she set her own plates down and held up a note:

"Mr. Shin, I made this...
Please eat it if you don't mind.
If you don't want to...
you don't have to...
Mr. Shin."

Shin looked at the note.
Then he looked at the food.
Then he looked at her scarred, red hands.

Shin: (So... you made this breakfast?)

Suddenly, Shin’s hand shot out.

He grabbed the edge of the tablecloth with a violent, explosive force.
"GRAAAH!"

He ripped the cloth off the table.

CRASH!

Everything—the boiling coffee, the steaming eggs, the hot porcelain—flew directly onto Yuisa.

The scalding liquid soaked into her dress, hitting her skin like liquid fire.

Yuisa: (......!!)

She was mute.
She couldn't scream.
She fell to her knees, her back arching in agony, her mouth open in a silent, desperate cry of pain.
  "Aaaaggghhh...!!"

The steam rose from her skin as she collapsed onto the floor.

The maid, horrified, grabbed a pitcher of cold water.

She rushed toward the burning girl.

Shin: (STOP!)

The maid froze, the water trembling in her hands.

 Shin’s eyes were pitch black, vibrating with a terrifying, demonic coldness.

Shin: (Leave that mute girl exactly where she is.
Serve me the food you made.
 I’m not touching anything made by a sick person.
What if I catch whatever rot is inside her?
I have a business to run.)

Shin’s Thought: (What a total pain.
 Who told her she could touch my table? I
f I get sick like her... ugh.
Just looking at her makes me feel infected.)

The table was cleared of the wreckage.
The maid, tears streaming down her face, began to set a new breakfast.
Yuisa remained on the floor, her skin turning an red, her body shaking as she tried to crawl away from the heat.

The maid tried to whisper a healing spell, her fingers glowing faintly, but Shin slammed his hand on the table.

Shin: (STOP! I said leave her!)

He began to eat his breakfast in total silence, the only sound in the room being the soft, wet sobs of a girl who couldn't even scream for help.
"Ugh... sob... h-huff..."

Shin finished his meal in a deafening, cold silence.

 He stood up, adjusted his coat, and began to walk out.

He paused, realized he’d forgotten his phone, and turned back.

Yuisa was still on the floor, her skin raw and red from the scalding. 

But when she saw him return, her eyes didn't fill with fear—they filled with duty.

She saw his tie.

It was crooked, a mess of silk that he couldn't fix

Trembling, her breath a series of broken hitches—"Hff... hff... ah..."—

Yuisa forced herself up.

She stumbled toward him, her hands reaching out.

With graceful, practiced hand signs, she gestured for him to stay still.

She reached for his neck.

Her fingers, still blistered and red, began to expertly weave the knot of his tie.

Shin: (What the—?)

He looked down at her.

He saw the sweat on her forehead, the smell of burnt coffee clinging to her skin, and the terrifyingly gentle look in her eyes.

It made his blood boil. It felt like her "sickness" was crawling onto his expensive suit.

Shin: (WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!)

He didn't just push her.

He grabbed her wrist and flung her with the full, unchecked force of his hatred.

CRACK—THUD!

Yuisa flew across the room like a ragdoll.

Her head slammed into the marble wall with a sickening thud.

Her body crumpled to the floor.

 Blood began to leak from her hairline, staining the white dress.

Her feet were sliced by the broken porcelain from the breakfast plates, and her palms were shredded from the impact.

Yuisa: (“......!!!”)

She clutched her side, her mouth open in a silent, agonizing scream.
"Aaaagggghhh... h-huuu..."

The pain was so intense her vision began to flicker to black.

Shin: (How many times do I have to tell you?!
  Don’t touch me with those fucking hands!
What if I end up like you?
What if I lose my voice or get trapped in a bed because of your rot?!
Tch!)

He didn't check for a pulse.
He didn't look at the blood.
He just adjusted his now-perfect tie in the mirror and walked out, the door slamming behind him with the force of a gunshot.

Shin’s Thought: (How dare she?
How goddamn dare she touch me?
It’s her lucky day I didn't kill her right there.
I’m already late for work because of this circus.
 I need to find a way to get rid of her.
Who wants to spend their life tethered to a mute, dying anchor? Fuck.)

In the dining room, the silence returned, broken only by the sound of Yuisa’s blood dripping onto the floor.

She lay there, broken and bleeding, but her eyes were still fixed on the doorway where he had vanished.

I fixed it... she thought through the haze of pain.

At least his tie is straight.

The maid rushed forward, her face a mask of tears and horror.
  "Oh god... Yuisa! Please stay with me!"

She immediately began channeling healing magic, her hands glowing a soft, frantic green.

The wounds on Yuisa’s head and feet began to close, but the internal damage—the fever and the broken heart—was beyond magic.

Yuisa looked at the maid.
With a weak, shaking hand, she made a series of signs.

(You don’t need to worry about me...
but still...
thank you.)

She forced a small smile, even as a sob racked her tiny frame.
"Ugh... huff... sob..."

 She wasn't thinking about her own life.

 She was already thinking of what she could do for him when he came home.

Back at the mansion, the maid had moved Yuisa to the sofa.

The healing magic had closed the gashes on her forehead, but her skin was still a pale, sickly grey.

 She was breathing through her mouth, her chest rising and falling in sharp, painful jerks.
"Hff... hff... ugh..."

Despite the maid’s pleas to rest, Yuisa forced herself up.
She pointed toward the laundry room.

Maid: (No! Yuisa, please!
You can barely stand!
Mr. Shin... he’ll only be angry if he sees you working!)

Yuisa shook her head.
Her eyes were glassy with fever, but determined.
She made a series of slow, shaking hand signs.

(I am his wife.
If I don't do this... who will?
I have to... show him...
I am here.)

She spent the next five hours washing his clothes by hand.

 The detergent burned the fresh scars on her palms.
  "Sob... ah... aaaggghhh..."
Every time she moved her arms, the pain from her bruised ribs made her world spin.
She fell twice, clutching the edge of the washbasin, her tears mixing with the soapy water.

She wasn't just washing fabric; she was trying to wash away his hate.

Shin arrived at the Somoko Headquarters, his perfect tie a silent reminder of the girl he had just thrown against a wall.

He walked through the glass lobby, his footsteps echoing like a heartbeat. 

Every employee bowed, but he didn't see them. 

He only saw the ghost of the life he wanted—and the "anchor" he was now chained to.

His mother was waiting in the top-floor office, staring out at the city.

Mother: (You’re late.
I assume the "sick girl" gave you trouble?)

Shin: (She’s a nuisance.
A mute, broken nuisance.
Tch.
I don’t know why you chose her.
There are a thousand girls in this city who can actually speak.)

Mother: (She has the bloodline we need, Shin. And her father’s silence is expensive.
Treat her like a dog if you must, but keep her alive.
If she dies too soon, the merger fails.
And also i have heard that she was treated worst there
His father just wanted to keep his reputaion but a burden like he~~~)

Shin shouted: (Stop!!!
Let's go fast as we can i don't even want to remember that bi~~ that girl ....)

Shin’s Thought: (A dog.
Yeah.
That sounds about right.
A dog that coughs and bleeds all over my floors.
Fuck... I need a drink.)

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, bloody shadows across the living room.
The front door opened with a heavy thud.

Shin walked in, smelling of expensive tobacco and cold ambition.

He saw her immediately. Yuisa was standing by the door, holding his freshly pressed house clothes.

Her face was deathly pale, and she was swaying on her feet, but she held the clothes out to him with both hands.

Shin stopped.

He looked at her bandaged hands.

He looked at the way she was biting her lip to keep from collapsing.

Shin: (You... Arrrrgh!)

He didn't take the clothes. 

He grabbed her thin wrist, the bone nearly snapping in his grip, and dragged her harshly toward the washing machine. 

He threw her against the cold metal, his face a mask of demonic fury.

Yuisa: (“......!!!”)

Tears began to flood from her eyes, hot and fast, but her gaze didn't break. 

Even as she trembled, she looked at him with a terrifying strength—a silent plea to let her help him.

Shin: (Hear me!
I’m only leaving you alive because you’re a tool!
If I kill you, the investors will look at this company with disgust.
 I won't kill you...
but I will make you wish for death!
Aaahhh!)

He leaned in, crushing his mouth against hers in a violent, suffocating kiss—a gesture of pure hatred designed to steal her breath.

He kept his grip tight until her lungs burned and her eyes rolled back.

When she finally collapsed, he threw her body away like a piece of trash.

Shin: (Maid!
Strip her!
Throw her in the cold-storage room with the AC at full blast!
I want her to freeze until she remembers her place!)

The maid sobbed, her hands shaking as she followed the order.

 Yuisa was left naked in the biting, artificial cold.

Shin slammed the door and turned the lock with a click that sounded like a guillotine.

Shin’s Thought: (Now that bitch will know her value.
 I’ll heal her just to break her again.
I’ll save her just so she can feel the pain twice as hard.
Tch.
This is all she’s worth.)

For two months, this was her cycle: Freezing, healing, and silence.

Then, Shin decided to end it.

 He walked to the cold room, stripped off his own jacket, and threw it at her shivering, blue-tinted form.

He took out a pill—a high-level artifact.
One minute outside, three months inside.
 He locked himself in that frozen room with her.

To him, it was a moment of hell.

But to Yuisa, it was ninety days of darkness, ice, and a husband who looked at her like she was a virus.

When the minute passed and the door finally opened, Shin walked out, dressing himself as if nothing had happened.

Shin: (Aaagghhh!
 Enough!)

He looked back at the girl on the floor.
 She was a wreck—skin cracked from the cold, eyes hollowed out—yet she still reached for the hem of his pants.
 She still wanted to stay.
She still wanted to live with him.

Shin’s Thought: (*What the hell is wrong with her?!
Three months in that ice-box and she still tries to touch me?
It’s sickening! I’m the one getting sick just being near her!
What if I catch her silence?!
 What if I become a mute, broken thing like her?! Fuck!)

He walked toward his bedroom, leaving her collapsed on the floor.

Yuisa: (“......sob......aaaggghhh......”)

She clutched his discarded jacket to her chest, her only source of warmth in a world that had turned into a graveyard of ice.

 Even after three months of torture, her heart only had one rhythm: Don't leave me.
Please... don't leave me alone.

................................................

Back to the present: 

A man stood in the center of the nothingness, his knees hitting the "floor" of the void.

The memories of the three months in the ice were no longer just images; they were a freezing weight in his chest. 

He looked at his own hands—the hands that had thrown her, the hands that had locked the door.

Shin thought: (I just want to die right now...
I can't live with this please
Aaahhh!...)

He tried to pull away from Yuisa, as if his touch would burn her all over again.

 He felt like a virus. 

He felt like the rot he had once accused her of being.

Then, the miracle happened. 

The silence of the void was broken by a sound Shin had never heard in his life...

Yuisa: (...Shin...)

It wasn't a physical sound; it was a frequency gifted to her by "that person" for one moment. 

It was soft, like the first snowfall, but it carried the weight of a universe.

Yuisa: (Shin... this is not my true voice, but it is the one I have been given for this moment.

 So please, listen to me.

  I love you.)

Yuisa: (I love you... I love you... I love you. 

Please, Shin... don't make yourself suffer like this. Please... for me... stop the screaming.

I love you~~~~ I love you~~~~~ I love you~~~~)

Back to the past:

He walked toward his bedroom, leaving her collapsed on the floor.

Yuisa: (“......sob......aaaggghhh......”)

The sun crept into the kitchen, but the air was thick with the smell of charcoal and bitterness. 

Shin stood there, his arms crossed, watching the doorway.

 When Yuisa appeared—shaking, her skin still blue-tinted from the months of ice—he didn't even flinch.

Shin: (I knew it...
you’d come again.
You really don’t care about yourself at all, do you?)

Yuisa nervously nodded.
She reached for her notebook, her fingers fumbling with the pen, but Shin’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

Shin: (WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, SICK GIRL?!)

For the first time since their wedding, Yuisa lifted her head.

She looked him in the eye, searching for even a spark of the man he was supposed to be.

All she found was a wall of black hate.

Shin: (I know sign language.
 I saw you with the maid.
Use it with me, you mute freak.
 Now, for your punishment...
 I made breakfast.
And I’m going to feed you with my own hands.)

Yuisa’s heart skipped.
To her, this was a dream.
To her, his touch—even if it was violent—was everything.
She nodded happily, a tiny, feverish light appearing in her eyes.

Shin’s Thought: (I burned this until it was coal.
It’s bitter, it’s rotten, it tastes like death.
I’ll shove it down her throat until she vomits, and then I’ll throw the rest on her face.
I’ll break that stupid "wife" act once and for all.)

He dragged her to the chair and sat her down with a rough shove. 

He picked up a spoon of the blackened, disgusting mess he had cooked and shoved it into her mouth.

Shin: (Eat it.

 Don't say anything—not that you can. 

Even if it tastes like shit, you’re finishing every bite.)

He watched her, waiting for the gag reflex. 

Waiting for her to cry.

 But Yuisa didn't flinch. 

She chewed the charred, bitter food and swallowed it. 

Then, she looked at him with a gentle, radiant smile. 

She moved her hands in slow, graceful signs.

Yuisa (Sign Language): > (Mr. Shin... it does not taste good. 

But because you made it... 

because you are feeding me... 

it is the best thing I have ever eaten.)

Shin’s face turned a bright, furious red. 

His heart hammered against his ribs—not from love, but from a terrifying confusion. 
"Tch!" 

He kept feeding her, shove after shove of the toxic meal, until only one plate remained.

Determined to prove it wasn't that bad, Shin took a bite himself.

Shin: (AAAAHHHH!! UGGGHHH!!)

He doubled over, the world spinning. 

The taste was so foul, so metallic and rotten, that his body rejected it instantly. 

He fell to his knees, vomiting onto the floor for five solid minutes.
"Sob...
huff...
aaaggghhh!"

Shin’s Thought: (How?!
How can she eat this and smile?!
It’s poison!
It’s garbage!
But, i have to finish it i have to let my pride not fade away)

He looked up, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

He reached for one last spoonful, his pride demanding he finish it, but Yuisa moved faster. 

Before the spoon could reach his lips, she leaned forward and took it herself. 

She ate the last of the rot, leaving nothing for him to suffer through.

Shin stood up, his legs shaking. 

He didn't thank her. 

He didn't check if she was okay after eating that "poison."

 He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the house.

Shin’s Thought: (That useless girl... 
what does she think she’s doing?!
She ate it all...
she didn't leave a single bit of that filth for me.
She’s sick.
She’s mute.
 And now she’s putting her "kindness" in my face?
It’s a trap.
 I’m going to get sick staying near her.
I’ll catch her silence.
 I’ll catch her weakness.
 I have to find a worse way to torture her. I have to make her suffer!)

As the door slammed, Yuisa sat alone at the table. 

Her stomach was cramping with agony from the food, and her fever was spiking again.
  "Ugh... hff... sob..." 

Yuisa sat at the table, her stomach twisting into knots from the charred, blackened food Shin had forced down her throat.
"Ugh... huff... sob..."

 She clutched her midsection, her face pale, but she didn't call for the maid.
She just looked at the empty plate and smiled.

Yuisa’s Thought: (It wasn't that bad.
It was better than the things my father used to make me do.
And Mr. Shin... he’s so kind.
He didn't let me die in the washing machine.
He knew it would break my bones, so he stopped.
 He’s trying to protect me in his own way...
he just doesn't know how to say it.)

She stood up, her legs shaking from the fever and the "poison" she had just eaten, and began to wash the plate herself.
She didn't want him to see a single trace of his "failure" when he came home.

Meanwhile, across the city, Shin was sitting in his high-back leather chair
. He wasn't "melting."
 He was vibrating with a cold, jagged fury.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her gentle smile as she ate that filth.

Shin: (AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!)

He slammed his fist onto the mahogany desk.
CRACK. 

The wood splintered under his strength.

Shin’s Thought: (What the hell is she?!
 I feed her garbage, and she smiles?
I throw her against walls, and she fixes my tie?
She’s not human.

She’s a void!
She’s trying to swallow my hatred and turn it into something else!
 It’s disgusting!
I feel like I’m breathing her air... like her "mute rot" is getting into my lungs!)

He grabbed a bottle of expensive whiskey from his desk drawer and drank it straight from the bottle.
 His throat burned, but it wasn't enough to wash away the memory of the "burn" he had felt in his own stomach.

Shin: (She thinks she’s a wife?
She thinks she can "save" me?
Tch.
I’ll show her what a real monster looks like.
If the ice didn't break her, and the poison didn't break her...
then I’ll take away the only thing she has left.)

He picked up his phone and dialed the mansion.

Shin: (Maid. Listen to me carefully.
From this moment on, Yuisa is not allowed to use her notebook.
Take it.
 Burn it.
 And if I see her trying to use sign language with anyone...
I’ll cut off her fingers one by one.
She wants to be a "mute wife"?
Fine.
I’ll make sure she’s a silent ghost in that house.)

He hung up, a dark, twisted grin spreading across his face.

Shin’s Thought: (Let’s see how she "smiles" when she can’t even write an apology. 

Let’s see her "love" me when she has no way to tell me.

 I’m going to erase her presence until she’s nothing but a shadow that coughs in the dark.)

Shin didn't go home early.

 He stayed at the office until midnight, fueling his hatred with alcohol and the ghost of Yurina’s memory. 

When he finally stepped through the front door of the mansion, the house was deathly silent.

He walked into the living room. 

Yuisa was there, sitting on the floor by the cold fireplace. 

Her notebook was gone. 

Her pens were gone. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and glassy with the sickness she always have.

She opened her mouth, but only a dry, rattling gasp came out.
"Hff... hff... ugh..."
 She raised her hands to make a sign—to ask him if he was tired—but she remembered his threat. 

She froze. 

Her hands hovered in the air, trembling, before she slowly lowered them back to her lap. 

She just looked at him, her eyes filled with a desperate, silent longing.

Shin: (That’s right. 
Stay silent.
 Don't move.
Don't breathe near me
And from now on don't even react or try to let your voice out.
You’re a burden, Yuisa.
 A mute, sick, useless burden.
And tomorrow... t
tomorrow we’re going to see just how much "ice" you can take.)

He walked past her, his coat brushing against her face.
He didn't even look back as she slumped over, her forehead hitting the cold stone of the hearth. "Sob... aaaggghhh..."

Next day:

Shin woke up at 4:30 AM, his head pounding from the whiskey and the hatred.
He stepped out of the guest room, moving like a shadow.
He thought he was the only one awake, but as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw her.

Yuisa was already there, slumped against the wall outside the kitchen door.
 She was shivering so violently that her teeth were chattering—"Cl-cl-cl... hff... hff..."—
her skin a ghostly, translucent white.

She was waiting for the clock to strike 5:00 AM so she could start her "duty" of making him breakfast, even though he had banned her notebook and burned her food.

For a split second, a sharp, jagged pain echoed in Shin's chest—a phantom of a heart he thought he’d killed.
But he crushed it.

Shin’s Thought: (Look at her.
A shivering, pathetic mess.
She’s like a haunting. Just seeing her makes me feel like I’m rotting from the inside out.
Tch.
Just stay there and freeze, then.
 I don’t care.)

He walked past her without a word, the cold draft from his movement making her flinch.

At the office, the air was toxic.
Shin sat in his chair and made the call that would strike the final blow to Yuisa’s heart.

Shin: (Send three girls.Sexy dresses. Professional actresses.
I want them to act as my girlfriends, and one to play the role of my 'real' wife.
Bring them to the outside of the office right now!)

He hung up, ready to replace Yuisa’s presence with a loud, colorful lie. 

But as he stepped out of his office to head to a meeting, he heard the whispers near the water cooler.

Employee A: (Did you hear? About the CEO's wife?) 

Employee B: (Yeah, the mute one.
 The sick one.
Total trash, right?
 I can't believe a man like Mr. Shin is tied to a useless burden like her.) 

Employee A: (I know!
That sick and mute bit—)

Shin: (SAY IT AGAIN.)

The temperature in the hallway dropped forty degrees.
The employees spun around, their faces turning ashen.
Shin stood there, his eyes vibrating with a cosmic, terrifying instability.
He looked like he was ready to erase their very souls.

Shin: (Say it again, and you’re dead before you hit the floor.)

Employees: (W-we’re sorry!
 Please! We didn't mean—!
Forgive us, Mr. Shin!)

They scrambled away, tripping over their own feet.
Shin stood in the hallway, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Arrrrgh!"

Shin walked out of office and then as he order there was girls ready for acting as his girlfirend and wives...

Shin’s Thought: (That girl... that mute, pathetic girl is destroying my reputation!
Now my own workers think I’m the 'husband of a sick bitch.'
They don’t see me as a new owner and their boss shin; they see me as a nurse!
Tsk.
She is a stain on my name.
A parasite.
If people think she's trash, then it’s because she IS trash.)

Shin: (Hey, you three.
Act perfect.
Be the girlfriends I never had. No... wait.
That looks like a lie.
 It looks like a performance. Manager, what do you think?
How do I make this hurt the most?)

Manager: (Sir, if I may... three girlfriends and a wife at once is too much.
It feels like a movie.
If you want to truly break someone, give them a replacement.
Let only one of these girls play your 'New Wife.'
 A second marriage.
It will make the first one feel like a mistake.)

Shin’s eyes narrowed, a dark, jagged spark of cruelty lighting up his iris.

Shin: (You're right.
  Tch.)

He slowly raised his hand, his finger landing on a girl with long, flowing hair and a sharp, confident smile—everything Yuisa wasn't.

Shin: (You. You’re the one.
You will play the role of my second wife.
 I married you today.
Make sure my 'other' wife believes every word.
If she finds out you’re an actress... you won’t live to collect your paycheck.
 Got it?!)

The girl nodded, her smile never wavering. "Of course, Mr. Shin. I can be whoever you want me to be."

The sun had fully set when the black sedan pulled into the driveway.
Inside the mansion, Yuisa heard the engine.
Her heart gave a small, hopeful flutter—thump-thump.

She was exhausted.
Her fever was still burning—"Hff... hff... ah..."—and her hands were red from the laundry she had finished.
Like everytime she had fall and burn this time too...

 She stood by the door, her head bowed, ready to be his "silent shadow."

She didn't have her notebook to say "Welcome home," so she just held a glass of water for him, her hands trembling.

The door swung open.

Shin walked in, but he didn't look at her.

 He didn't even acknowledge the water. Instead, he reached back and pulled the actress into the room.

He wrapped his arm around the girl's waist, pulling her flush against his expensive suit—the same suit Yuisa had spent hours cleaning.

Shin: (Oh. You're still awake, sick girl?)

Yuisa froze.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at the beautiful woman clinging to her husband.
The glass of water slipped from her fingers.

CRASH.

The glass shattered against the marble, water splashing over Yuisa’s scarred feet. "Mmph...!!"

She didn't even feel the glass cuts.

She was staring at the way Shin was looking at the other girl—with a "fake" warmth he had never once shown her.

Shin: (Meet Hana.
Since you’re so useless and quiet, I decided I needed a real wife.
Someone who can actually talk.
Someone who isn't a 'stain' on my name.
We got married this afternoon.)

Hana (The Actress): (Oh, Shin-kun... is this the servant you told me about?
She looks so... pale.
And she's bleeding on the floor.
How messy.)

Yuisa’s world began to tilt.
She opened her mouth to protest, to sign, to do anything, but then she remembered Shin’s threat: If I see you using sign language, I’ll cut off your fingers.

She stood there, paralyzed, a sob trapped in her throat.
"Ugh... huff... sob..." Shin:
(Hana, don't mind her. 
She’s just the 'First Wife' my mother forced on me. She’s a ghost. Come on, let’s go to the master bedroom. I’m tired.)

He walked past Yuisa, leading the other woman toward the stairs.
 As he passed, he leaned down and whispered just loud enough for Yuisa to hear.

Shin: (See? I have new wife now, what are going to do now?
Leave the house?
You have to because You’re nothing but trash)

Shin and the girl vanished into the room, locking the door with a loud, final CLICK.

Yuisa was left alone in the dark hallway, standing in a pool of water and broken glass.

 Her feet were bleeding—drip... drip...—but the pain in her heart was so loud it drowned out everything else.

She slumped to her knees, her forehead hitting the cold floor.
  "Aaagghhh... sob... h-huuu..."

Yuisa’s Thought: (A second wife...
he married someone else because I am a burden...)

Even now, in the depths of her humiliation, she didn't hate him. She only hated herself for being "sick and mute."

Yuisa: (No, wait...
What if he pay someone to act as his wife...
I think it is the case, yes it has to be)

At night, she walked toward shin room with trembling feet and body which she always had because of sicknesss...

The Bedroom:

Inside the master bedroom, the air was thick with the smell of expensive perfume from the actress, Hana. 

Shin sat on the edge of the bed, his face twisted in a scowl. 

He wasn't looking at Hana; he was looking at the door, waiting for the shadow to appear in the crack of the light.

Shin: (Just lay there. 
Stay under the blanket.
Don't touch me, and don't speak unless I tell you to.
 This is your job.)

He pulled out his phone and found a video—a loud, staged recording of pleasure.
He turned the volume to the maximum.
The moans and screams filled the room, echoing against the cold walls, designed to pierce through the wood of the door and stab directly into Yuisa’s heart.

Shin’s Thought: (This has to work.
No woman, no matter how "devoted," can stay after hearing this.
She’ll realize she’s been replaced in every way.
She’ll finally leave.
She’ll finally stop looking at me with those damn "forgiving" eyes.
Tch.
Just leave already, you sick girl.)

Outside, Yuisa stood frozen.
 The vibrations of the loud, artificial voices through the door made her chest ache.
Her legs were trembling—sh-sh-sh—and her fever made the hallway feel like it was spinning.

Yuisa: (“......hff......sob......”)

She leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the door.
At first, her heart tried to tell her the truth: Mr. Shin is acting. He’s trying to scare me away.
He’s not that kind of man.

But then, the weight of her own life crashed down on her.
 She remembered her father’s disgust.
Many memories of insulted and being called burden begin coming in her head

Yuisa’s Thought: (I knew it.
 I’m just a burden.
Everyone gets tired of the girl who can’t talk.
Everyone gets tired of the girl who is always dying.
Mr. Shin found someone who can give him the life he deserves... someone who isn't broken like me.)

She wanted to scream—to rip the door open and beg him to stop.
 But her throat was a desert.
She wanted to run away, to vanish into the night so he could be happy, but her legs were leaden and weak.

Yuisa’s Thought: (I can’t scream because I am mute.
I can’t run because I am sick.
I am a burden to the man who is my husband.. but even so...even if I am nothing but a shadow in the corner of his life...
I want to stay.
I want to be his First Wife, even if he never looks at me again.
I will be the trash he keeps in the basement, as long as I can breathe the same air as him.)

The noise from the room eventually stopped.
Yuisa didn't move.
She sat against the door all night, her head resting on her knees.

When the sun began to rise, the door clicked open.
Shin walked out, looking tired and frustrated.
 He saw her immediately—slumped on the floor, her eyes red and hollow, her white dress wrinkled and stained with the water from the night before.

He expected her to be gone.
He expected a suitcase.
He expected her to be hiding in the guest room, crying.

Instead, Yuisa slowly looked up.
 She didn't use sign language.
She didn't reach for a note.
She simply bowed her head until it touched his shoes, a silent gesture of absolute submission.

Shin: (AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!)

He kicked the air near her head, his face turning a dark, violent purple.

Shin: (Why?!
Why are you still here?!
Do you have no pride?
Do you have no soul?!
 I was with another woman in there! Tsk!
You’re not a wife... you’re a curse!
Get up and look at me)

Shin’s Thought: (She’s a monster.
Her kindness is a monster.
I did that to her, and she’s still bowing?
I feel like I’m the one being suffocated. I’m the one trapped in this marriage, not her!)

Yuisa flinched. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. 

In her desperation to apologize, to show him she wasn't angry about the voices in the room, her hand moved. 

It was a small, instinctive gesture—a sign for “I’m sorry.”

Shin: (YOU DID IT.)

His voice wasn't just loud; it was triumphant. 

A terrifying, jagged smile split his face. 

He had been looking for a reason, a "legal" excuse to break her, and she had handed it to him.

Shin: (I told you...
I told you if you used those hands to sign again, you’d pay!
You think you can ignore my rules just because you're 'sick'?
  Tch.
Finally... finally, I have a reason to be rid of you!)

Shin thought: (Now, you have done it and you would get throw out from the house for just this
Finally...
See outside how dark is it
There are three hours until the sun rise again and you would be outside full of stranger and also the fear you would have...
You would run to your house and then your father with a burden like you would throw you like a trash to a room inside of house)

He didn't wait for her to explain.
He didn't let her reach for her notebook.
 Shin grabbed the back of her white dress, the fabric straining and tearing under his violent grip. He dragged her down the stairs, her feet hitting each step with a dull, sickening thud-thud-thud.

Yuisa: (“......!!!”)

She couldn't scream.
She could only gasp, her lungs struggling to find air as he hauled her toward the massive front doors.
The maid rushed out from the shadows, sobbing.

Maid: (Mr. Shin! Please!
 It’s the middle of the night!
She has a fever!
She’ll die out there!)

Shin: (STAY BACK!
If you touch her, you’re fired!
She’s a curse!
She’s a stain! And tonight,
I’m washing my hands of her!)

He threw open the heavy oak doors.
Outside, the world was a black abyss.
The wind was howling, carrying a freezing rain that felt like needles.

With one final, powerful shove, Shin flung Yuisa out into the darkness.

CRASH.

She hit the gravel driveway hard, the sharp stones slicing into her knees and palms.
 Her white dress, already stained, was instantly soaked by the mud and the freezing rain.

Shin: (Don't come back.
Don't look at this house.
You wanted to be a 'burden'?
 Go be a burden to the streets.
You’re not my wife anymore.
I will send divorce paper as soon possible
You're nothing!)

SLAM.

The door shut.
The locks clicked—clack, clack, clack.

Yuisa lay in the mud.
The fever in her blood clashed with the ice of the rain, making her body convulse in violent shivers. "Aaaagggghhh... hff... sob..." 

She looked up at the darkened windows of the master bedroom.

She couldn't see him, but she knew he was in there.

She reached out a shaking, mud-stained hand toward the door she had just been thrown through.

Yuisa’s Thought: (It’s so dark...
Mr. Shin...
please...
it’s so dark out here.
I’m sorry I signed.
I’m sorry I’m sick. Just...
don't leave me alone in the dark.
Please...)

She tried to crawl back to the porch, but her strength was gone.
She slumped over in the dirt, clutching her chest, her breathing becoming a series of tiny, wet rattles.

Shin stood behind the door, leaning his forehead against the wood.

Shin’s Thought: (It’s over.
 She’s gone. I can breathe now.
The air is clean. No more coughing.
No more silent judgment.
No more eyes looking at me.
I’m free. Tsk. I’m finally free.)

But even as he thought it, he could hear the faint, rhythmic sound of the rain hitting the roof.
 It sounded like her heartbeat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Shin: (SHUT UP!!)

He kicked the door and ran up the stairs, but the silence of the house was now louder than she had ever been.

Shin tore the door open again, the cold air rushing into the warm hallway like a predator.
He looked down at Yuisa, who was shivering in the mud, her eyes still searching his face for a single drop of mercy.

Shin: (Give me one reason!
Give me one reason to let you back in!
Tell me you aren't a mute!
Tell me you aren't a sick burden who can’t even stand!
Tell me you're worth something!)

Yuisa’s hands flew into the air, trembling so hard they blurred.
She was trying to sign ““I will try harder,” but Shin’s voice drowned out her silent movement.

Shin: (STOP IT!
You’re always shaking!
 You’re always breaking!
You can’t even walk straight!
 You’re a mute who can’t scream and a sick girl who can’t live!
  Just imagine how much of a pain you are to everyone who looks at you!)

The light in Yuisa’s eyes didn't just dim—it extinguished.
It was like watching a star go black.
Her hands stopped mid-air.
The warmth she had held onto for months crumbled into the mud.

She looked at her own scarred, trembling hands as if they were monsters. With dead, hollow eyes, she bowed one last time—not out of love, but out of an apology for existing.

She stepped away from the door, her movements slow and mechanical.

Shin: (Finally... she’s where she belongs.
That’s your place, Yuisa.
Among the broken.)

He slammed the door with a force that shook the entire mansion.
BOOM.

He threw himself onto the bed.

 The sheets still smelled faintly of her—the scent of medicinal herbs and the soft, sweet smell of a girl who had spent her nights praying for him.

Shin’s Thought: (Finally. I can rest. 
No more coughing in the night.
No more 'sorry' notes.
The room is mine again.
I’m not the husband of a sick girl.
 I’m just Shin Tomoko again.
I don’t feel bad.
I don’t feel anything.
Tsk.)

The master bedroom was silent, but Shin couldn't find the "rest" he promised himself. He sat up, the moonlight casting long, jagged shadows across the silk sheets. He grabbed his phone and dialed the one person who should have cared.

Shin: (Hey. I threw your daughter out of my house. Come and pick her up before she dies on my curb.)

The voice on the other end was oily, filled with a casual, terrifying cruelty that made even Shin’s blood run cold.

Father: (What?!
You didn't throw her away on the first day?
You really are a tough guy, Shin.
If my wife had been a broken thing like her, I’d have tossed her out the moment the priest stopped talking.
 Whatever... don't contact me for this trash. I don't want to hear another word about that sick and mute bit—)

Shin: (SHUT THE FUCK UP!!)

Shin’s voice exploded, the windows of the bedroom rattling in their frames.
His eyes vibrated with a cosmic fury.

Shin: (How can you call yourself a father?!
Don’t you ever—ever—call her sick or mute again, or I will not hesitate to rip your heart out through your throat!)

Click. The line went dead.

Shin thought : (I would not allow anyone to call her that....
Whatever i don't need to take this personal after all
My pride was being muddied by her association with me, but now she’s gone.
Sick and mute girl has gone)

He pulled the blanket up—the same blanket she had used to hide her shivering—and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
 He didn't hear the rain.
He slept like a man who had successfully cut out a cancer.

Outside, on the "Path for the Broken," Yuisa didn't move.

The rain washed the mud from her completely, but it couldn't wash the "Dead" look from her eyes.

Yuisa: (“......”)

She didn't even sob anymore.

She just sat there, her fever rising so high that the raindrops evaporated the moment they hit her skin. 

A week had passed.

Seven days of rain, wind, and the relentless, uncaring sun.

Volume 4 chapter 3 & 4 ended...............

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