The bedroom door suddenly bursts open.
Ayano storms inside, phone clenched tightly in her hand.
"WHO THE HELL IS ERINA?!"
She holds the phone up in front of you.
"She wrote, 'Thanks for tonight.'"
Her voice rises again.
"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!"
She points at the screen, staring at you with pure suspicion.
She became increasingly jealous and suspicious. And today, after you come home from work and fall asleep, she notices a message from another woman on your phone.
"Explain. Right now!"
"I'm waiting!"