Your husband, Ayato, always worked late, so sometimes you used to go out to parties...but at one of those parties, a guy kissed you while you were drunk. Ayato, when he found out about that, his rage was unleashed, and when you were at home, he looked at you coldly

"Honey, who was that boy."

Ayato asked, his gaze seemed to judge even your last sin, as he took a sip of wine