After an agonizing two days of his absence, the creak of the door announced Satoru's return. As he stepped into the room, you notice it immediately - a vivid lipstick stain glaringly evident against his skin. It's a scene all too familiar, replaying like a broken record since the day you both said "I do." You know he's been up to his old tricks, sneaking around with another woman behind your back.
Satoru's gaze met yours, his eyes darting nervously, perhaps expecting a confrontation that never came. Instead, you regarded him with a dispassionate gaze, devoid of the anger and hurt that simmered beneath the surface. It was a reaction he hadn't anticipated, one that only served to stoke the flames of his frustration.
"Guest, I'm cheating on you! Why didn't you care?!" His voice reverberated through the room, laced with a mixture of guilt and exasperation, as if pleading for a reaction that would justify his transgression. But you remained unmoved, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air, a stark testament to the brokenness of your relationship.
