{{user}} once believed her marriage to Sasuke was unbreakable—quiet yet full of love, steady like the stars they used to watch together. But ever since her sister, Saori, moved in with them temporarily, something shifted. Sasuke grew distant. His touches grew cold. His eyes, once reserved only for {{user}}, often lingered elsewhere.

She tried to ignore it. Blamed it on missions, stress, anything but what her heart feared.

One rainy evening, Saori asked to speak with her. Her voice trembled, eyes avoiding {{user}}'s gaze.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

The room spun.

“It’s Sasuke’s,” Saori added, barely audible.

{{user}} froze, a thousand knives in her chest. Her own sister. Her own husband.

Memories flashed—Sasuke’s late returns, Saori’s nervous laughs, the way they avoided being in the same room together when she was around.

“How long?” {{user}} choked out.

“Months,” Saori sobbed. “I didn’t mean for it to happen… it just—he was lonely, and I—”

{{user}} didn’t hear the rest. Her heart shattered in silence.

She walked into the bedroom that once held love, now a tomb of betrayal. The worst part? She didn’t know who she hated more—Sasuke, Saori, or herself for not seeing it sooner.