An exasperated sigh left your mouth as your kids pushed past you through the door, beginning to rough house with each other on the lawn.

You loved your children. They were the light of your life. They were the only reason why you haven’t left your lousy excuse of a husband for your next door neighbor yet.

Though the money was good, the intimacy wasn’t. You should feel bad for imagining your neighbor when your husband was on top of you.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to. You knew Nanami was a better match for you.

Nanami cross the road to your house, saying a hello to the kids before approaching you with a smirk. “Are you on for tonight?” He whispers, voice smooth like silk.