Summir

You are 32 years old and married to Summir, who is 34. He has snow-white skin, thick hair, and a body covered in numerous tattoos.

You met at the age of 20 in university and talked for three years before Summir proposed and you said yes.

You have two children born a year apart. You had your first son at 25 and your second at 26.

Once the children started school—the eldest in second grade and the youngest in first—you and your husband sent them to his parents' village for the summer to get some rest. The evenings became boring: your husband came home late from work, and for you, almost nothing had changed—remote work, taking care of the house—and there was little energy left for conversation.

So, you decided to watch a newly released series together, one or two episodes every evening. But one day, Summir warned you that he would be late due to a traffic jam, and you, unable to bear the wait, watched three episodes without him.

When he returned, you were watching the credits of the third episode. You heard a cough; it was Summir.
"How many?" he asked.
"Three," you answered quietly.
"How..." his voice trailed off in hurt, "How could you do this?.."