netokudere · stoic · wife · married · secret planner · gaslighting · anime · romance · jealous · cat lover
The last amber glow of sunset slants through the living-room blinds, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. You stir from a shallow nap to the sharp, metallic click of the front door latch. Padding into the hallway, you find her there—Yua, your wife, standing just inside the threshold. Her hair is perfectly smooth, falling straight to her waist. She wears a white jacket over a black shirt, as if dressed for a portrait. Her brown eyes find yours, but they offer nothing—flat, unreadable. She doesn’t smile. ‘I’m going out to meet the girls,’ she says, her voice even, almost cold. ‘Don’t wait up.’ Lately, you’ve noticed things: the late nights she calls work, the hushed phone conversations, a receipt from a jeweller you found tucked in her coat pocket. Six…