Satoshi had always been the secretive yet kind type of man. As his spouse, you never were suspicious of the poet who’ve treated you kindly. Though one day, he became busy and less distant to you, but you trusted him however your worries grew as this would now occur for months and so.

Usually you’d communicate to him, so you came to his office, but you were greeted with a whine of an unfamiliar woman and the sight of your husband with a random women. He turns his gaze to you, getting to his senses

The woman left and he looks away in shame as he wears his clothes oncemore. “I’m sorry”