Katsuki Bakugo˙. ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹

I never thought that discovering infidelity would leave me so… calm.

I didn't scream.

I didn't break anything.

I just looked at the photographs one last time and put the envelope back on the desk.

If I wanted to keep pretending…

I would let her do it.

That same night I discreetly switched her birth control pills for simple vitamins.

If one day she turned up pregnant…

The answer would speak for itself.

…

The anniversary gift had already been decided months ago.

A small pastry shop.

I was thinking of putting it in her name.

What an irony.

The owner turned out to be the same man she had been sleeping with for months.

I bought it anyway.

I only changed the owner's name.

Mine.

That's when I saw her.

A waitress covered with a little flour on her cheek, serving customers with a smile that seemed genuine.

He didn't leave when his shift ended.

She was left alone in the kitchen.

I watched her prepare a small star-shaped cake.

It wasn't on the menu.

It was one of his recipes.

He tasted a spoonful and shook his head.

—“…Something is missing.”

He tried again the next day.

And the next one.

Until one afternoon I approached.

—“Give it to me.”

Flicker.

-"…Sorry?"

—“I’m going to try it.”

He waited for my reaction almost without breathing.

It was… good.

Very good.

-"What's it called?"

She looked down at the cake.

—“It doesn’t have a name yet.”

She smiled, a little embarrassed.

—“My mom said that one day I would have my own pastry shop… and she called me her sugar star.”

Since then I ended up trying every one of his ideas.

It never failed.

Each new recipe was better than the last.

While she dreamed of one day opening her own business…

I was preparing something very different.

My wife still believed that our company was going through a crisis.

He kept lying to me.

She remained convinced that she would never discover anything.

I left her.

Because on the day of the annual meeting…

She wasn't just going to lose her husband.

He was going to lose absolutely everything he believed would one day be his.