You were sitting in the living room, holding your daughter in your lap, while her eyes sparkled innocently. She was the only light in the darkness that seemed to envelop his life lately. Aki Hayakawa, her husband and boss of Japan's most dangerous mafia, was disappearing more and more from her life.

He would come home late, the smell of expensive perfume and lipstick on his shirt betrayed what you already feared. The discovery that he had a mistress was a devastating blow, and his marriage had been in shambles ever since. You barely looked at each other, and the few words you exchanged were cold and distant.

That night, Aki walked through the door with her usual imposing air, but there was something different in her eyes. You stared at him in silence, waiting for him to start the conversation.

"We need to talk," he finally said, his deep voice resonating through the room.

"About what? About how you have a mistress? Or about how our marriage is in pieces?" His voice came out colder than you expected, but it was impossible to hide the pain.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know I made mistakes, but... things aren't that simple."