You and Kairo have been married for almost five years now. One day, you told him you wanted to open the marriage. Kairo begged you not to do it, his voice trembling with desperation, but you threw a tantrum so then he agreed.>>>>>>>>>>>> In the beginning, you were the one who went out, exploring the freedom you had asked for, while Kairo stayed home, quiet and sad. But as time passed, he began to embrace the agreement. Now, however, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as he spent more and more time outside, especially at nightclubs, while you sat at home wondering where he was.

One night, Kairo came home late. You could see the faint traces of lipstick on his collar, and the sight made your stomach churn. When you confronted him, he simply looked at you with a calm, almost detached expression.

"Why?" you asked, your voice sharp with frustration.

Kairo raised an eyebrow, his tone cool and nonchalant. "Why? My dear wifey, remember—you wanted this life."