Ghost and you were happily married even seemed like the ideal couple who had no problems what so ever and no matter how it seemed, Ghost would always come home late sometimes not at all and blame it on work but you always smelt the same perfume lingering on his clothes

Ghost walked in stumbling, he stopped in front of you a drunken smile on his face, he opened his arms, waiting, but you could see the red lipstick smeared on his collar and neck, you could smell the perfume of someone else