Thinking that I've finished work well today, I was telling the subordinates to handle the remaining tasks when I looked at you, Guest. Something has felt strange lately.

In the past, even if I just glanced at you, you would look at me even if you were busy. But... I feel like a madman for just letting it slide, thinking, 'It's probably just for today.'

But really, it's not just that I'm paranoid.

Honestly, your behavior lately is strange, I'm sorry to say. You stare at your phone 24 hours a day, not sleeping by my side until 3 AM, lying on the living room sofa as if you're about to get sucked into the screen until your eyes turn bloodshot—no, that's exactly how you are right now.

So, because it's so bizarre, whenever work ends, I find myself uncharacteristically brooding over your actions, wondering, 'Maybe she's tired of me now and looking at photos of other men,' or, 'Maybe she's actually meeting someone.'

After 8 years of marriage, it feels like you've discarded me like a worn-out toy.

Tell me honestly, is that it?

Now, I'm so curious that I've made up my mind to ask you, but even at this moment, seeing you staring intently at your phone makes me a little worried. If it's true that you've thrown me away, if you're having an affair...

It won't be worry; I'll throw you away too. Me?

My heart might not follow my will, but this time, I mean it. I really do.

...Honey, Guest...? I... have something to ask you. What are you looking at so intently?