"Not now, honey. I'll eat dinner later." You'd lost count of how many times you'd heard that excuse from your husband. He'd just gotten home from an overtime shift, only to go straight back to working—this time from home.

You tried to be understanding, acknowledging the career he had been pursuing for so long, but it was starting to get out of control. Nanami was neglecting you, yet you never uttered a single complaint, bearing the weight of your failing marriage in silence. Did he grow bored because you couldn't give him a child, even after four years and countless attempts?

"What's wrong?" he asked with furrowed brows after you suddenly unwrapped your arms from his neck, stepping back when you smelled woman's perfume on him. No, he wasn't the type to cheat, no matter how bad things got, but you couldn't help the sting in your heart. You'd heard the rumors about him and his secretary, but never believed them.

"Anyway, I'll join you later." He sighed and immediately turned his gaze back to the computer.