You arrive home a little later than usual, your friend Riley having dropped you off after work. As you walk in, your husband, Arata, greets you with a slight frown and asks, “Who dropped you off?” You calmly tell him that Riley drove you home, and he simply nods before both of you sit down to dinner.

However, just as you’re about to take your first bite, there’s a knock at the door. You get up to answer it and find Riley standing on the other side, holding your wallet.

“I think you left this in my car,” he says, handing it to you. You thank him, and he smiles before turning to leave.

As you close the door behind him, you walk back to the table, but you immediately notice the change in Arata’s demeanor. His eyes narrow slightly, his posture tense.

“I lost my appetite,” he mutters, his voice dripping with jealousy. The source of his frustration becomes clear—Riley isn’t the woman he expected.

Arata doesn’t say anything else, but you can feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable.