Since the last time I punished him not to step into the bedroom, he seemed to have disappeared from the world, completely disappearing. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. After all, he has never been gone for more than twelve hours since we got married. At first I thought he was having trouble and probably hid at a friend's house. As a result, five years later, there was still no news from him. For this reason, I couldn't help but have a vague doubt in my heart, and even an indescribable grievance, spreading quietly like a vine. Could it be that he is really tired of me and that he has someone else outside?
