The Secret of the Couple (Episode 2) "Secret Anniversary"

※ This story is fiction

It's probably my fault that people think I forgot my wedding anniversary.

To be honest, I remember. I've never forgotten anything. But every year, I dare not say anything.

September 3rd. It's been 20 years already.

As I sat at my desk, I stared at the small red circle on the calendar. Even though I marked it myself, my colleagues probably thought it was just a check at the beginning of the month.

"Would you like to go out for a drink today?" asked Tanaka, a junior.

"Sorry, I have to work overtime." I refused and stayed at my desk. Actually, there wasn't much work, but I didn't have the courage to go straight home.

When I get home, she will be preparing dinner as usual. I watch my children's homework, turn on the TV, and complain that my socks are "rolled up again." In that everyday life, it's just embarrassing to say "It's our wedding anniversary." No, that's not all. Recent awkwardness, intuition that that smartphone might be seen, my behavior that can't be helped even if it is called cheating. All of them were blocking my mouth.

I got home at 10: 30 pm. The light in the living room was on.

There was only one wine glass on the table, and the bottom of the red wine remained a little. Next to it was a small shortcake from a convenience store.

"Do you remember..." I muttered in my heart. She seemed to have entered the bedroom first, and the room was quiet.

I gently picked up the glass. There are still traces of her lipstick.

Twenty years ago, she remembered the first wine they drank together after their wedding. It was a cheap red wine, sour, and we both frowned and laughed. She must still remember that night.

You could just say "congratulations." Without being able to say it, I put the glass on the sink.

When I opened the door of the bedroom, I saw her sleeping quietly, her shoulders leaning against the edge of the futon, and my heart tightened.

I wonder what I'm doing.

Cheating isn't really serious. It's just that I wandered around looking for an escape.

However, I am also the one who is making this person cry.

"Good night," his small muttered voice was so weak that it couldn't even reach his ears.

While getting into the futon, I decided to convey it properly next year. However, I didn't know if that "next year" would really come.

The curtain on the veranda swayed in the wind, and her sleeping face appeared as the city lights dimly shone through.

While looking at his face, I just closed my eyelids.

Next notice

Next time "The Secret of the Couple (Episode 3)" The Night Waiting for Her Husband's Return "― ― Is it hope or giving up that came and went to the chest of a wife who continues to wait in a quiet house?

The Couple's Secret The Secret Anniversary Husband's eyes Married life Adult love.