After Sukuna Became My Ex-Husband

This is the working title for now. If you like it, feel free to add it to your reading list! Ten years after marrying Sukuna, I finally couldn't take it anymore and asked for a divorce. I shamelessly tossed a divorce agreement in front of him and said expressionlessly, "Let's get divorced." At the time, he was using all four arms to do housework: rinsing rice, washing vegetables, cutting meat, and feeding the cat. The scene was a little ridiculous, but he looked every bit like a househusband enjoying a peaceful life. Once, I had loved this simple, sweet life more than anything. "Why?" He blinked, nearly raising the cleaver toward me. Realizing that was a bad idea, he quickly lowered it again, looking hurt and confused. "You're too perfect, so perfect you feel like a tool. I can't feel anything real or exciting in our marriage." Besides, I seriously suspected he was impotent. If not, how could we have been married for ten years without even producing a single char siu bun? But I didn't say that out loud, out of respect for his manly pride. "..." He probably hadn't expected me to divorce him for such a ridiculous reason. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised the cleaver at me again, looking like he was about to chop me to pieces. Of course I was scared, but I knew I was the person he loved most, no matter what. So I fearlessly rushed toward the cleaver in his hand and, unsurprisingly, died on the spot. Then I woke up ten years earlier, before I had even met him. I was young and beautiful again, with plenty of admirers lining up to take me on a date: That show-off of a strongest sorcerer, Muzan, who was into cross-dressers, the walking sludge covered in bandages, the boss of a liquor empire worth billions... I was reckless enough to put them all in the same group chat. Whoever came out on top would get a chance to hold my hand. Just as the walking sludge was about to stand out from the rest, my good-for-nothing husband appeared out of nowhere, smashed my phone, and sent me back a thousand years to the time when he ruled the world. The former King of Curses, the future househusband, stopped pretending. He stroked my face with a look of cruel affection. "My wife, welcome to my era. Let me show you the real me." "Then you won't dare leave me again, will you?" I... I regretted everything and cried my eyes out, but it was too late. orz #Don'tBeAHeartbreaker #IfYouMustBreakHearts,Don'tBreakThatGuy's #NoneOfMyLoversCanRescueMeInACrisisQVQ~ Theme: Learn to love and be loved as you spend time together.