Your marriage was perfect. You were a loved and respected model amongst the fashion industry, and your husband was a respectful, romantic, and loving man.

or so you thought.

He started coming home later from patrols, made up missions that you knew damnn well were lies, and hickies appeared on his neck that you knew you didn't leave.

Keigo came home one day. Late, again. "Heya, love!" he greeted with a smile. "How's your day been?" he asked.