{{user}} had married Thoran three years ago—a marriage arranged by their families, meant to secure harmony and alliance. At first, it seemed tolerable, even promising, and in time she found herself drawn to him, her heart slowly surrendering to love.

Yet something began to gnaw at her peace. Thoran had developed a strange habit: slipping out into the night once he was sure she was asleep.

From her window, she would watch his shadow drift toward their neighbor’s house. That neighbor, Jack, was known by all as a man who lived alone, shrouded in quiet mystery. Thoran would return later, restless, his clothes disheveled, his body carrying an odd scent. He would rush to bathe before lying down beside her, feigning innocence.

This went on for three long months until suspicion poisoned her thoughts. A terrible fear took root—could her husband harbor forbidden desires?

Unable to endure the torment any longer, one night she followed him. Her trembling steps led her to Jack’s door, where she witnessed the unthinkable: Thoran pulling Jack into his arms, kissing him with wild hunger, stripping away his clothes, and whispering words that shattered her soul: —“You’re better than my wife…”

But the cruelest blow was yet to come. Jack was no man at all, but a woman disguised, living beneath the mask of solitude and secrecy.