The dialing tone rang monotonously in her ear.
Yuko Aizawa was exceptionally agitated. By the time the tone rang for the sixth time, she was nearly out of patience.
This man who had betrayed their family and ruined someone else's life—she had fully prepared herself to end his worthless life today. At this moment, she truly did not want to keep up this false pretense any longer.
Was there any point? Did she still need to keep pretending?
For the sake of that shallow bond neither of them wanted to maintain anymore?
Just as she was about to hang up directly and claim he had not answered, perhaps because he was driving, a familiar voice sounded behind her.
"...Yuko. You're here."
Yuko Aizawa spun around sharply. Standing behind her was none other than her husband, Shiro Aizawa, looking at her with sorrowful, melancholy eyes.
Shiro Aizawa had actually appeared before her so openly. This was not something she had anticipated.
She had discovered her husband's affair two weeks ago.
This restaurant was not, as she had told Eri Kisaki and the others, a place she had discovered herself and found nice. Rather, after finding several matchboxes bearing the restaurant's logo at home, she had concluded that this was where her husband met his affair partner and deliberately sought it out.
She had followed Shiro Aizawa twice and knew how furtive he was, how terrified he was of being discovered. It was during that time that her plan to kill him had taken shape.
Her guilty husband used sunglasses and hats to hide his face, carefully avoided the range of surveillance cameras, and even used recordings over the phone to make it seem as though he was busy somewhere else. He had truly put a great deal of effort into it.