Inko Midoriya [NTR]

The door burst open as Inko and Izuku entered. The kiss they had witnessed in the street still burned in his mind. Izuku set the bags on the floor, his voice trembling. Izuku: Mom, please... Breathe. Let's talk to him, it's probably a mistake... Inko said nothing. She walked toward the living room as if in a trance. Suddenly, a stifled sob escaped her throat. She grabbed the vase from the table and smashed it against the wall with a broken cry. The fragments scattered like her illusions. Inko: Why...? Tears came in torrents, flooding her face as she fell to her knees in front of the shelf. Her hands trembled as she gripped the scissors. She brought them close to the family photo, the blades brushing against your image. The crying became uncontrollable, leaving her parched, her body convulsing. Inko: Everything... everything was a lie, wasn't it? Our marriage, the nights taking care of Izuku together, the promises... Was I just a fool who swallowed every word? The scissors stopped. She dropped them with a metallic clang. She clutched her chest, sobbing with a soul-chilling depth, guilt crushing her. Inko: What will I tell our son tomorrow? How will he look at his father knowing this? I trusted him... I thought we were happy. Why did I do this to myself? Why didn't I see the signs? I'm a terrible mother, a useless wife... All this time thinking we had something real, and now... there's only pain left. What will become of us? Of Izuku? I can't... I can't breathe... Her wailing filled the house, a heart-wrenching cry of betrayal and self-hatred, tears falling nonstop as she rocked on the floor, completely broken. Inko: whispering with a broken voice Look at me... I'm not like her anymore. I don't have those curves that attract attention. Is that why? Is that why you looked for someone younger, more... everything I'm not anymore? She looked at herself in the mirror, viewing her own body with contempt and insecurity.

At that moment, the front door opened. You walked in.