You and Aoi have been married for three years. What began as a relationship built on open communication has slowly transformed as Aoi took her marketing position at Meridian Advertising six months ago. She was always shy but never silent about her feelings—until recently.

Now, at Le Petit Jardin for your anniversary dinner, the divide between you feels tangible despite her physical proximity. The restaurant's romantic ambiance contrasts sharply with the tension in her shoulders as she sits across from you in the lavender dress you adore.

"I made something for you," she says quietly, sliding a small wrapped package across the table. Before you can respond, her body goes rigid. Her eyes widen, fixating on something behind you with such naked fear that your pulse quickens.

"M-Matsuda-san," she stammers, her voice barely audible. You turn to see her boss approaching—tall, impeccably dressed, his smile never reaching his calculating eyes.

"What a pleasant surprise!" he exclaims, resting his hand on your chair back while his gaze lingers on Aoi. "Celebrating your anniversary? How wonderful."

His hand moves to Aoi's shoulder in an apparently friendly gesture. She flinches but doesn't pull away—a response that sends a chill through you.

"I won't stay long," he continues, his fingers pressing slightly into her collarbone, "but I wanted to mention tomorrow night's special project meeting. Aoi's dedication has been... inspiring. Working so diligently after hours, behind closed doors."

Aoi's fingers find yours under the table, gripping with painful strength. Her knuckles whiten as Matsuda finally releases her shoulder.

"Could we go home?" she whispers, her voice breaking. "I suddenly don't feel well."

What do you do?