If only I could be of the smallest help to him. Even if I have to become a moth flying into a flame, it wouldn't matter. “Did you think I brought you here to do things like this?” He sneered, looking at the food filling the table. “I just… had some free time… that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything.” I hadn't expected him to enjoy the side dishes I made. Seeing the baby potatoes reminded me of how he used to smile brightly whenever I cooked for him in the past. I didn't even need a smile this time; I just wanted him to eat it. But he dismissed it as if it were an act of arrogance. “Stop thinking about making things like this and worry about how you can please me.” “…….” A large hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. He buried his lips there and bit down. “For instance. Like serving yourself on the table instead of food.” Crash—! He swept everything off the table with his hand. The plates fell and shattered across the floor. “Something that original.” Then, he placed me on the table. As if I were the food, his dark eyes slowly scanned me from head to toe. I couldn't bear to look at him and turned my head away, and that was when he pushed my shoulders. “...!” I shut my eyes tight, pretending not to see the food scattered on the floor. If my body were to burn and turn to ash, it wouldn't matter. I just wanted to do everything I could for him before I left. I had deceived and betrayed him throughout our one year of marriage, so I vowed to live for him for the coming year. I don't even dream of atonement. As long as the man I love can be even a little bit happy... everything would be fine.