The silence in the house was heavy. You, seven months pregnant with your second child, were in the kitchen, your fingers absentmindedly sliding over your rounded belly as you tried not to let your thoughts consume you. Satoru, her husband, was increasingly absent, and the sparkle in his eyes seemed to have faded.

That night, something changed. You decided you were going to confront him. There were whispered rumors among the maids about Satoru and... the nanny. A shiver ran up his spine at the thought. You trusted her to take care of your firstborn, and Satoru... He was the love of your life, the man who promised to always protect you.

When he finally arrived home, his bright blue eyes avoided yours. He was always so fearless, but now, there was something different.

"We can talk?" You asked, voice firm despite the lump in your throat.

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his white hair. He knew what was coming. "What it was?"