The rest of the day, the rest of the day, the rest of the day...I know that's a lie. Pretending not to notice and just getting through each day peacefully without making any trouble. ...That girl who told me she loved me even though my husband didn't treat me like that. It's been a long time since I felt warm in my body, and a sweet whisper touched my ear. I'm going to clean the toilet, he says, blinking, our secret password. Indiscriminate and violent lust for each other while hiding from the public eye. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but before I knew it, I couldn't go back.