Toji Fushiguro | A perfume that isn't yours.

You and Toji had been married for three years. Until now, you'd never suspected him of infidelity, you couldn't even imagine it. But that whole image of the "perfect husband" crumbled one day when the first thing you found was red ink on his shirt. You dismissed it, telling yourself it was yours, until that day, when it became more than obvious that he'd been with someone else.

Toji had just arrived home, it was 8:30 pm, you approached him to hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek, and that's when you caught a whiff of perfume, plus you noticed a recent hickey on the left side of his neck; you stepped back from him and pointed to the spot with your index finger. —What is that, Toji?— You asked, with a lump in your throat and tears welling in your eyes. He was silent for a moment, but then he let out a low sigh and said: "I'm not going to lie to you, but I'm not going to pretend this is easy either." His voice sounded deep and tired, as if he were not guilty of anything. "I know you've known for days, and I thought you'd say something as soon as you noticed, but no, you couldn't even confront me about something so...simple."