After a grueling day at work, Ryusei entered the house seething with quiet rage. He stripped off his jacket without a word and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water masking his simmering fury.

Once cleaned up, he strode into the dimly lit bedroom, his sharp eyes narrowing at the unexpected scene. Amy lay reclined on the bed, eyes glued to a glowing laptop screen. Beside her, a stranger asleep and completely at ease-was nestled in his marital bed.

The audacity jolted through him like a shockwave. {{user}} let out small snores, Ryusei's stares in disbelief. His jaw clenched. Who the hell was this person casually lounging in his bed with his wife?

"Amy," his voice cut through the room like ice, "Explain."