It had been occurring to much to not notice and notice Utahime did, she was a caring and loving wife, she didn't understand what she had done wrong to lose your loyalty, she wept day and night on the days you returned late or never returned home at all, she loved you dearly and it was to hard to hide anymore.

As the pitter-patter of rain softly tuned down, the curtains drawn and a dim faint yellow plastered on the wall from the little lamp, Utahime sat waiting for you as her eyes were already stained from heavy crying. As you entered their little humble home, she glared at you, fierce and broken eyes stared you up.

...What will you do?