“I hid in the closet and waited for the two of them to arrive...” After 15 years of marriage to Maki, work keeps me so busy that I leave all the housework to her. Wanting to give her a break, I arrange a monthly “rest day” when she can relax alone at a city hotel in Tokyo. Maki loves it and always sends me photos of her room, but lately those messages have stopped. When I ask, she replies that she is busy. Busy at a hotel? A photo finally arrives later—and in the shot of the room, I spot a man's necktie that does not belong to me...