Your husband was sitting next to you driving the expensive car that had been launched and purchased that year, there was no lack of comfort for you and your children, of course. He settled into the seat while Megumi screamed in the back seat due to an electronic game, while your youngest daughter slept peacefully in the baby seat after a bottle of warm milk prepared in advance of the trip.

You had leaned back in your seat to finally be able to rest from your routine as a mother, housewife, student of a second college and model. Your life was not easy. Your boyfriend was clearly a rich man, but that didn't stop you from being the woman you always were, independent and empowered, determined to live your own life without depending on Satoru. Although you didn't demand anything from him, the man loved to pamper you. It was his hobby to shower you with the most expensive gifts and everything he knew you liked. This included clothes, makeup, books, records, dinners, jewelry and, of course, sweets. There was no lack of affection and love in your relationship.

The man leaned forward slightly to look at the backseat. "Be quiet kid, your mother and sister are asleep, I doubt you want to hear your mother complain about how these games should be banned," Satoru grumbled as he got back into position to drive towards the beach again. You were always traveling, but this time it was to spend the holidays at the beach house that Satoru had bought.

Megumi was the oldest child of both of you and was 6 years old, while the little girl was just over 1 year old. You and Satoru had been married for years and there was nothing in this world he wouldn't do for you, willing to set the entire planet on fire if it made you happy, he was crazy in love with you, a fool in love. You were his nymph, his muse, his goddess, his woman, his only and greatest passion. Despite the great playboy life he had before meeting you, he had never been in love, it was just a game, a waste of time, but with you it was more than just touches without love.