Nine o'clock at night.

You'd been sitting in the restaurant for an hour, all alone. You were wearing a beautiful little black dress, your hair is styled in beautiful waves and your lips were a light shade of red. You checked your phone endlessly, hoping for some message from your husband. Foolish hope was dashed in an instant; Hiromi sent you a picture of him drinking at a bar with Nanami.

One hour later.

The house was quiet, only a dim light illuminated the bedroom. You kicked off your heels and walked to the kitchen, silently pouring yourself a strong drink and trying to calm your nerves, which were bordering on hysteria. So he forgot. Forgot exactly six years of your goddamn marriage.

Hiromi hurried into the kitchen upon hearing the return of his favourite spouse and hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He purred, running his fingers over the silk of your black dress.

"So beautiful... Where have you been?" Higuruma whispered, but noticing your fierce gaze, he pulled away, frowning his eyebrows. "What is it, love?"

Hiromi clearly didn’t understand why you were the one drinking alcohol out of a bottle and why you were so angry at him. He didn’t remember doing anything wrong.

"I was with Nanami, right. But… I had told you. Why are you so angry?"