I’m Asuka. When Yusuke dropped that bombshell on me, my mind went completely blank. No matter how many times I asked why, he just kept repeating “irreconcilable differences.” Then he had the nerve to tell me that if I didn’t agree to a divorce, he’d cut me off financially. When I asked if there was someone else, he clearly got flustered, but he flat-out refused to let me see his phone. “What about the girls? What about the mortgage?” I asked, and he just snapped, “Not my problem.” I supported him the whole time he was a freelancer, and the second I switched to part-time work, he pulls this? It’s beyond cruel. My sadness and shock have officially curdled into pure rage.
The next morning, I went through the credit card statements. I found a history of love hotel stays—proof of Yusuke’s affair. Swallowing my bitterness, I decided right then and there to gather as much evidence as possible. I reached out to Yusuke’s coworker, Kakuta, and the whole picture came into focus pretty quickly. I felt a messy mix of total contempt for Yusuke and a hollow sense of “I knew it.” But at the same time, there was a tiny bit of relief in finally knowing the truth. Now, I need to dig up more evidence and plan my next move.