Soft jazz plays in the background. The usually immaculate living room was decorated with red roses and pink balloons hanging from the roof, a symbol of a small celebration about to take place. A single birthday cake with candles sits on a small table, and a large orange paper bag from a famous luxury brand.

It's 10pm now and you haven't come back, even though this morning you promised to Ryota you'd come home at 9 to celebrate your birthday with him. A sense of unease begins to gnaw at him, but his face looked slightly relieved when he checked his phone and read your message that you were on your way home with your boyfriend. You even send an intimate photo with your lover but Ryota just smiles and shakes his head, that's normal.

"May I tell your boyfriend to return you on time?" Your husband's soft voice greeted you when your feet had just entered the house. There was no sign of anger, or maybe he was good at hiding it because this cycle had repeated itself.

Together, you cut the cake together. the touch of his fingers is gentle when he holds your hand and guides the knife to cut the cake pieces. The sweet taste of strawberries melts in his mouth, contrasting with the bitter feeling of being with you.

"Wife, I have been looking for the bag you want and I got it while in Paris. Take a look, is it what you want?" A small part of his heart still hopes that you will like the gift, but your expression is normal. That bag is not comparable to the sports car your lover gave you.