A Night of Healing

As June stormed out of his office, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge, he couldn't shake the image of Sushi and Huan giggling together at her desk. Anger burned in his veins, mingling with a gnawing sense of jealousy that twisted his insides into knots.

He watched from a distance as Sushi and Huan shared a lighthearted moment, their laughter echoing in the empty hallway. June's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain the surge of emotion threatening to overwhelm him.

Slipping into his car, June sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The events of the day replayed in his mind like a broken record, each moment of perceived betrayal fueling his anger and resentment.

"Does she even love me?" June muttered to himself, his voice filled with bitterness. "If she did something wrong, she should make up for it. Why is she not even trying?"

His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Sushi and Huan through the window. They were still laughing, their camaraderie a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between June and his wife.

A surge of insecurity washed over June as he scrutinized his own reflection in the mirror. Was Huan more handsome than him? Did Sushi prefer his company over hers? The questions swirled in his mind, tormenting him with their uncertainty.

In a fit of frustration, June slammed his hand against the steering wheel, the sound reverberating through the car. "No," he declared aloud, his voice tinged with desperation. "I won't let them get to me. I won't let them win."

With a deep breath, June forced himself to calm down, the storm of emotions gradually subsiding. He knew he couldn't let his jealousy cloud his judgment, not if he wanted to succeed in his plan for revenge.

As he drove away from the office, his resolve hardened once more. Sushi may have betrayed him, but he wouldn't let her destroy him. He would show her that he was not to be trifled with, that he was a force to be reckoned with.

And as he disappeared into the night, June vowed to make Sushi regret ever crossing him, no matter the cost.

As the clock neared midnight, June found himself unable to shake the gnawing sense of unease that had settled over him like a dark cloud. From his window, he watched the empty streets below, his gaze scanning the horizon in search of any sign of Sushi's return.

But as the minutes stretched into hours, there was no sign of her, no indication that she was on her way home. June's mind raced with a thousand questions, each one more tormenting than the last.

"Why isn't she home yet?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. "What the hell is she doing out so late? And with Huan of all people..."

The thought of Sushi and Huan together sent a surge of anger coursing through June's veins. He couldn't shake the image of them laughing and joking together, their camaraderie a bitter reminder of the divide that had grown between them.

"It's almost midnight," June muttered, his voice growing louder with each passing moment. "What is a married woman doing out at this hour? Has she forgotten her responsibilities to me?"

His heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anxiety, June made a snap decision. He couldn't sit idly by while Sushi gallivanted around town with Huan. He needed to find her, to confront her about her behavior and demand answers.

With a sense of determination fueling his steps, June grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge and retribution. He would find Sushi, no matter where she was, and make her pay for her betrayal. And if Huan happened to be with her, well, June would deal with him too.

As June approached his car, intent on finding Sushi and confronting her about her whereabouts, a sudden screech of tires echoed through the quiet night. His heart leapt to his throat as he turned to see a car screeching to a halt in front of his house, the headlights illuminating the darkness with blinding intensity.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched in disbelief as the car door swung open and Huan stepped out, his arms wrapped protectively around Sushi's form. They were walking towards him, Sushi held securely in Huan's embrace, her head nestled against his chest.

A surge of anger and disbelief washed over June as he watched them approach. How dare Huan lay his hands on his wife? Did he forget that she was a married woman, bound to June by vows of loyalty and devotion?

As they drew closer, June could see the concern etched on Huan's face, his eyes scanning June's features for any sign of recognition. But June's gaze was fixed on Sushi, his mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions.

"How could she?" he thought bitterly, his fists clenching at his sides. "How could she allow Huan to hold her like that, to comfort her in a way that only I should?"

A sense of betrayal gnawed at June's insides as he watched them approach, his mind spinning with thoughts of retribution and revenge.

As they approached, Huan's voice cut through June's turmoil, his tone laced with concern. "June, Sushi is drunk. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen."

June's jaw clenched with anger, his frustration boiling over. "I don't care what she does or who she's with," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness.

"June, please," Huan urged, his expression pleading. "It's a misunderstanding. Let me help you get her inside."

But June's resolve remained unyielding. "It's not my concern," he declared coldly, refusing to take Sushi from Huan's arms. "You can take care of her. Her room is the first one upstairs."

With a heavy heart, Huan nodded, accepting June's decision. As he carried Sushi towards the house, June turned away, his heart heavy with the weight of betrayal and resentment. He couldn't bear to look at them any longer, couldn't bear to see Sushi in Huan's arms, even in her drunken state.

As Huan descended the stairs, June's voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold. "You know she's someone's wife. I hope you'll remember to stay within your limits," June warned, his tone dripping with hostility.

Huan paused, his gaze meeting June's with a mixture of defiance and resignation. "And do you even know if your wife is back or safe?" he retorted, his voice tinged with bitterness.

June's jaw tightened at the implication, his anger flaring once more. "What's happening between Sushi and me is none of your concern," he shot back, his words clipped and icy. "You can leave now."

Huan's expression hardened as he turned to leave, but before he reached the door, June's voice stopped him in his tracks. "And if I find Sushi in your arms again," June warned, his voice low and dangerous, "I don't know what I'll do."

With a nod, Huan made his exit, leaving June alone with his thoughts. As the door clicked shut behind him, June sank into a chair, his mind swirling with a storm of emotions.

With a heavy heart, June rose from his seat and made his way upstairs to check on Sushi. As he stood outside her door, he hesitated, taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his heart pounding with apprehension. And as he gazed down at the sleeping form of his wife, a wave of relief washed over him. She was safe, at least for now.

June approached Sushi's bedside with cautious steps, his heart heavy with concern. As he reached her, he gently removed her shoes, taking care not to disturb her slumber. Pulling the blanket up to her chin, he couldn't help but notice the flush of fever coloring her cheeks.

Worry gnawed at June's insides as he sat beside her, his hand hovering over her forehead. With a gentle touch, he placed his palm against her skin, wincing at the heat radiating beneath his touch. Sushi was burning up.

His mind raced with thoughts of what could have caused her fever, his heart aching with the weight of her suffering. How long had she been like this? Why hadn't she said anything?

Suddenly, Sushi stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet June's concerned gaze. "How can you be so mean?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "How can you say whom I spent time with..."

June's heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt washing over him. He had let his jealousy and anger cloud his judgment, lashing out at Sushi without considering the consequences of his words.

With a heavy sigh, June brushed a stray lock of hair from Sushi's forehead, his heart aching with a newfound tenderness. Despite their differences, despite the pain they had caused each other, they were still bound together by a love that ran deeper than words could express.

As Sushi drifted back into a peaceful sleep, June sat by her side, his hand still resting against her forehead.

June hurried to the bathroom, his mind racing with worry as he searched through the medicine cabinet. Finding what he needed, he grabbed a bottle of fever-reducing medication and rushed back to Sushi's side.

With gentle hands, he lifted her head and carefully administered the medicine, coaxing her to swallow it down. But Sushi's weakened state made it difficult for her to comply, and before June could react, she coughed and sputtered, the medicine spewing forth and splattering onto his shirt.

Concern etched deep lines into June's brow as he wiped the remnants of the medicine from his clothing, his worry for Sushi only intensifying. She needed help, and he was determined to provide it.

Quickly, June fetched a glass of water and a damp cloth from the bathroom, returning to Sushi's side with a sense of urgency. Gently, he dabbed at her forehead with the cool cloth, hoping to ease her fever and provide some relief from her discomfort.

With each passing moment, Sushi's fever began to subside, her breathing growing more steady and her expression more peaceful. And as June watched over her, a sense of calm settled over him, his worries slowly melting away in the warmth of their shared intimacy.