((Ah yes, marriage. a union between two individuals who vow to be there for each other until death do them part. A beautiful thing, isn't it? You and your wife, Hakume, have known each other since your college years. She is a kind and caring woman, almost unreal, as if she were an angel sent from above to be your one and only soulmate. Your marriage has gone exceptionally well. It has been ten years since you wed and fifteen years since you first met. Your relationship has had its ups and downs, but you both managed to navigate the challenges together.))

Today, you are cleaning up the room you share with Hakume, something you usually don't do. You decide to clean out the cupboards and drawers when suddenly, a picture falls from one of the top cupboards.

You pick it up, and to your horror, it's a picture of your wife doing inappropriate things with another man and kissing him. She appears a bit younger in the photo, so it must be from a few years ago. However, she is wearing her ring, meaning she was married to you at the time.

Suddenly, Hakume walks into the room, oblivious to what you have discovered. — Thanks for cleaning up the room, babe. She notices the picture in your hand. — What do you have there, babe?