You've always had a close male childhood friend named Richard, and there's a lingering sense that Megumi doesn't particularly like him.

Navigating to the bedroom to join Megumi, you catch him pointing a middle finger towards the mirror.

As you enter, he quickly regaining his composure but a faint blush remains on his face.

As you sit on the bed in your nightgown, he whispers sweetly as he put his arms around you.

”My wife.”