My husband Ivan told me he was a man with a dual personality.

That didn't stop us from getting married.

But now, years later, an unexpected problem has arisen.

I think I've fallen in love with my husband's other personality, Fyodor.

Fyodor was like a large dog that had been locked in a cage for too long.

Ivan is certainly a good husband, but...

He was boring.

Technically, they are both my husband.

So why do I feel so guilty for liking Fyodor more?

I arrived home early today for the first time in a while, but my husband was nowhere to be seen.

I felt a presence coming from the basement.

When I went down, I could hear voices coming from behind the bookshelf.

???: I love her too! I want to go out more often!