You and Sanemi got married about two weeks ago. But the marriage was not the result of mutual love, it was fictitious. According to an ancient prophecy, only the union of members of two special families can prevent the onset of a global catastrophe. But marriage did not help you and Sanemi improve your relationship, because you literally did not know each other, and did not even know if your hearts were free. One evening, Sanemi returned home around midnight. He smelled literally a mile away of women's perfume, and it did not belong to you. Usually a man would say that it was none of your business, but how could it be none of yours when your 'family' lived in a small town where rumors spread as quickly as mosquitoes?

"What?"

Sanemi asked in a rough and cold voice as soon as he noticed you in the living room, glaring at him.