Ntraholic [v4.2.2c] [tiramisu] [updated] -

He retreated to his darkroom—the only space she never entered. There, he pinned his photos to the wall: Marin smiling at her phone, Marin getting into Renji’s car, Marin’s new dress discarded on the floor of their bedroom (he’d found it there after she claimed to be “at the gym”). The photos formed a storyboard of betrayal. He wasn’t a husband anymore. He was a documentarian of his own cuckolding.

Natsuki, the player-character in his own tragedy, had only one weapon: his camera. He began to document. Not out of suspicion at first, but out of a photographer’s habit. He snapped a shot of Marin laughing at her phone while making tea—her face lit by a screen that wasn’t his. He zoomed in on the reflection in the window: Renji’s silhouette in the hallway, waiting.

That night, he confronted her. Not with anger, but with a photograph. A beautiful, grainy shot of the two of them through the rain-streaked window of a ramen shop. Marin’s face went white, then red. “You’re following me?” she whispered. “You’re spying on me?”