Revised Version 9
It was Saturday, a day off for both my husband and me.
Not wanting to spend too much time together, I decided to go out.
“Hey, lately you’ve been going out a lot on weekends, haven’t you?”
“Ah… maybe so.”
“Meeting a friend again?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“What time will you be back?”
“Before dinner…”
“I see! Then I’ll put extra effort into making something you like for dinner.”
“Um… thank you.”
And with that, I quickly left the house.
I know the truth. Even if I’m not around on our days off together, you don’t feel lonely at all, do you?
Because last week was the same.
Through LINE, you spent the whole time chatting until I came home—cheerfully, even lewdly.
The week before, the moment I left, you also took out the car.
And then, in your usual fashion, you brought home dinner… even mine.
You’re always so kind.
Today, since you said you’d cook, you’ll probably enjoy yourself again with Skype or LINE.
I’ve been enduring this for over two months now.
By now, maybe you’ve noticed something’s off about me—my actions, my demeanor.
But surely you’d never imagine that your own womanizing has already been exposed.
Perhaps you only think that your once husband-obsessed wife, who always spent weekends with you, has begun to drift away—leaving you a little lonely.
Anyway, ever since that day when Ren told me, “Come by anytime,” I first went to the temple on a Saturday, telling my husband I was meeting a friend.
So now, in his mind, whenever I go out on the weekend, it’s simply to meet a friend.
That lie helps me.
On weekdays when I can get home early, or on weekends, I’ve been eagerly making my way to see Ren.
Yes, eagerly—like I’m going to see a lover. And I love that expression.
He isn’t my lover… but when I see him, my heart is soothed. That temple has become my sanctuary.
So, yes—I go there eagerly. And that’s the truth.
Heh… or so I tell myself.
