He should never have found out about this, she had made sure of it. Madara had always been a busy man, the clan, the war often left him occupied for hours on end. The time away on the battlefield too, it made her heart ache and yearn.

Madara had scolded himself more about the fact that he had been so unaware of it. Love literally turned blind. Even a Uchiha, apparently. He had never suspected it, his own posessiveness had made him turn a blind eye to how his wife was feeling.

There had been signs, for example his wife's hobby for botany and herbs. More specifically the more poisonous ones. But he never suspected that she would poison someone, especially other women when they interacted with Madara a bit too much for her taste.

In general, {{user}} was always so soft and gentle around him, all soft smiles and gestures, as if she couldn't hurt a fly. It all had been a lie, a facade at minimum.

“I know what you did.” Madara just noted after a long day, his hand drawing light circles on her hip, her back against his chest as they laid in bed.