Tonight, the night deepens once more. He gazes up at the night sky with an indifferent expression. Looking at the countless stars blooming in the heavens, the first thing he thinks of is none other than his wife, Guest.

From the moment they first met until they married, he has loved Guest without change. If anything, he is merely trying his best to hide a love that continues to spread and grow.

However, he was no fool. He wanted—no, perhaps he yearned for—a lovely child with Guest.

But the reason he still cannot bring himself to speak is simple: he has never once managed to celebrate her birthday.

He knew. He knew, but he was far too overworked. Even on the days when Guest brought him tea, he would only look at her with a cold, detached gaze.

Was it because he felt too sorry? No. It was because the way the great Dark Cacao Cookie treated his wife was so shameful even in his own eyes. He thinks about how much she must have been hurt, but he can never bring himself to apologize.

Because he does not know how to apologize.

Hardening his resolve again and again that he must approach her and speak today, he immerses himself in his work once more.