Disclaimer: Naruto doesn't belong to me.
Warning: Contains Infidelity! Read at your own risk.
She stared at her husband as he walked around the pool and threw his head back laughing with whoever he was talking to on the phone.
Laughing.
Aiko couldn't remember the last time she had seen him laugh like this. She moved closer to the window watching him shove a hand in his pocket. She watched some more, a smile present on his face as he spoke.
It was obvious at this point. He couldn't hide it.
He was seeing someone else.
He was having an affair.
She didn't have any 'real' proof, but she knew he was. She was smart enough to see the invisible signs before, but then came the visible ones.
Like the dark strand of long hair that got stuck on his shirt one night. Long and dark hair that obviously didn't belong to Akio since her own hair was light brown and reached her shoulder.
Only a few weeks later did she see the stain of a red lipstick on the collar of his shirt, one night after coming home after a "business meeting" with a few colleagues. Akio could sense the scent of lavender lingering on his clothes when he comes home late at night.
She could sense another woman all over him, with every step he took. Every word that came out of his mouth. She was there.
She was always there.
That other woman.
Aiko moved from the window and looked away from her smiling husband and turned to face his desk. She was in his study.
Why? She didn't know, for sure. But she was willing to find something.
Anything that would prove to her even more that she was right.
She approached the large desk and opened the first drawer where she knew he kept his personal mail, which were all banking activities.
She looked through the one that came this month, where the bill for his "business meeting" should be. As her eyes roamed through it, it showed that he indeed was at one of the most prestigious restaurants in Tokyo.
But also showed that he paid for dinner for two people, confirming her suspicions.
As she looked some more and noticed an amount spent at a jewelry store for a pair of diamond earrings she's never received.
A bouquet of flowers bought every Monday and delivered. Her hands tightened around the paper.
Flowers every monday.
Every monday.
Aiko dislikes flowers because they took up space, had an unpleasant smell and didn't last more than a week, which she found to be a waste. And Menma always agreed with her. He was even happy to cut all the flowers around their house when they first bought it.
So why?
Why was he now buying flowers every week?
Why was he buying jewelry for someone who wasn't his wife?
Why was he breaking his wedding vows? Why was he making a fool out of her?
Aiko was the perfect woman for him. She had made sure of that. So why was he straying? Why was he even looking at someone that wasn't her?
She slammed the drawers shut once she put everything back in place, her body shaking in what she knew was anger. This was her life. And someone from the outside was trying to enter it to destroy it.
Someone was trying to ruin her life? Try to use the man she's been with for seven years? Taking advantage of his hard earned money?
And he was letting them. And for what? What could he possibly find outside that he didn't already have? What was making him walk away from his perfect life for a secret adventure? An adventure he knows has no future.
"What are you doing?"
She slightly jumped at the sound of her husband's voice by the door, but she managed to keep her composure.
She wouldn't lose face. She was an impeccable woman and she would continue to be so. She always gets what she wants. And she will do so without losing herself.
"Nothing." She nonchalantly shrugged. "I thought I left some mail here and was looking for it." She managed to say moving to the middle of the room facing him.
"I left your mail on the kitchen counter." Menma said looking at her and she couldn't help but briefly move her eyes to his phone, still wondering what they were talking about that was making him laugh like that.
"I didn't check there." She ended up saying.
"Okay." He walked around his desk to grab his work phone and keys. "I'm going out. I'll be back later." He said, moving to grab his wallet too.
AIko's stomach clenched as she turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, her fists clenching in anger.
"Where are you going?" She hissed moving in front of him when he started walking toward the door.
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Out."
"Out where?"
"Since when do we ask each other that kind of question?" He asked and she just stared at him, not knowing how to answer.
She really didn't know how to answer. It wasn't the kind of relationship they had. They don't monitor each other's movements when they go out. She hated to be asked questions like that and the same goes for him.
"I'll see you later, Aiko." He finally said and walked out of his study without another word.
As soon as she heard the front door open and close, she quickly followed and watched from the foyer window as he drove away from the house.
Away from their house. Away from her. He was humiliating for a woman Aiko knew didn't even come close to her. Aiko was an admirable woman. Someone many women wanted to be like and many men wanted by their side. She was everything he could ask for. She has always been.
She was his wife.
Before she could react, Aiko grabbed the empty vase in the foyer and threw it and she breathed heavily as she watched the shattered object on the floor.
And he was having an affair.
He was cheating on her.
After all these years. After all this time together. Everything she's done with him.
He was breaking his wedding vows because he allowed himself to be pulled away. He allowed some little bitch to grab his attention. She knew her husband.
He was never distracted, not by anything. So this must be some kind of mistake. He had to know he was making a mistake.
Aiko walked past the shattered pieces of glass and went back to where she came from. She went back to his study and brought out the letter again. She looked at the name of the flower shop and left to grab her laptop and phone.
Aiko felt like she was out of her own body as she searched the store on the internet and dialed their number on her phone and pressed the call button. Someone answered after two rings and Aiko held her breath for a moment.
"Floris Hiroko. How can I help you?" The woman's friendly voice came on the other line and Aiko's teeth clenched at an overly sweet tone.
"Hello. I'm one of 's assistants." Aiko said in a neutral tone.
"Oh right! Was there a problem with the last delivery?" The woman questioned and spoke with recognition.
Aiko gulped at the word, understanding that he really did buy them often.
"Ma'am?" The woman called when Aiko didn't answer after a few seconds.
"I'm here."
"Was there a problem with the delivery this week?" The florist asked.
Aiko cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "It appears the person never received them."
"I- I don't understand. We've delivered them to the same address as usual." The woman said and Aiko heard her moving around frantically.
"And what address would that be?" Aiko asked in a clipped tone.
The nervous woman on the other line gave her an address that Aiko quickly wrote down.
"To miss Hyuuga Hinata." She ended.
Aiko's heart jumped and her hand tightened around the phone.
So that was her name. The name of that woman. That was the name of the woman the black and red lipstick belonged to. That was the name of the woman who entered marriage.
"Ma'am?" The woman called again.
"Mr. Namikaze doesn't know about this mixed up, otherwise he would be very upset." Aiko snapped as her hands started shaking. "Make sure the address is right next time."
"Y-Yes, ma'am. We will. I'm sorry f-"
Aiko hung up without waiting for another word, not waiting for the woman to finish.
Hyuuga Hinata.
Her eyes moved from her name to the address. And she choked, placing a hand to her chest as her eyes watered, feeling her body becoming too heavy for her. She gasped and a sob escaped her mouth and tears left her eyes before she knew it.
Hyuuga Hinata.
Hyuuga Hinata.
Hyuuga Hinata.
The foreign name kept repeating in her head as more tears left her eyes.
That was the name. Her name. The anomaly in her life. The one who had the audacity to ruin her marriage. without knowing how much work she put into it and all the efforts Aiko made to get where she was today. And that other one thought she could just come out of nowhere and enjoy the fruit of her labor.
Aiko was the one who watched Menma take over the company five years ago after his father passed away. She had been there when he became one of the most notorious businessmen there are. She had been there when he left his previous title of the "Namikaze heir" and became the man so many look up to and feared now. She had been there when he brought his family's company to a level they've never reached before.
She had seen it all.
And now there was someone trying to enter his life and he was letting them.
He was letting someone else close to him.
Aiko didn't know how many times had passed as she layed on her bed.
Maybe a few hours.
All she knew was that she expected to feel numb, but she didn't feel numb. On the contrary, she was feeling too many emotions at once, and none of them were good.
Hyuuga Hinata.
Just a name. And yet, it brought a hellish feeling to her stomach. A feeling that made her want to throw away all rationality. Because that was the name of the person who was bringing imbalance to her life. The woman who was disturbing her peace.
Hyuuga Hinata.
She sat up and took her phone once more. She looked through her contact list and called a number before bringing the phone to her ear.
"Hello?" The person on the other line answered.
"I need your help." She said, "I need you to get me some information about someone."
Aiko watched the tall building in front of her.
She had hired an old friend of hers who was also a private investigator after she found out the other woman's name a few days ago. An investigator, who surprisingly couldn't find much about the woman, except for a few things. Her information was sealed and protected.
For now, she only knew the yoga class location and schedule she went to and the restaurant she often went to for brunch.
Little information that Aiko took advantage of. As soon as she found out, she called the center to register for the same yoga classes. That was how she ended in this class when she should have used this morning to rest after a long shift the night before.
She looked around the large room as discreetly as she could, wondering which woman was attempting to destroy her marriage. Which one of these women was her husband's mistress?
Which one of these women was Hinata?
Women of all ages were around her, but she focused on dark haired women, long dark hair. But as she looked around, none of them really caught her eye. Either their hair wasn't dark enough, not long enough.
Aiko sighed as she placed her yoga mat on the ground and unrolled it, deep in thought.
How was she going to fi-
"Hello, Hinata!" A voice shouted across the room and Aiko froze her actions, feeling her body run cold.
Her shoulders shook as she heard the name sounded in the room, causing ringing in her ears. She gulped and stayed in place as her hands started shaking.
Hinata.
She was here.
"Hello, Misa." Came the young woman's reply.
Aiko's fists balled. She could tell a lot about a person while talking to them, it's easy for her to know how to speak to someone by hearing their voices. And from what she just heard from this woman's voice, she sounded meek. Her voice, too soft and too low.
Was this really the woman who had the audacity to enter someone else's home?
As her mat unrolled fully, Aiko gulped again and finally forced herself to turn to get a look at her, following the direction of her voice.
And what she saw caused an unknown feeling to spread all over her, a feeling more lethal than what she felt when she saw her husband's transactions.
She almost choked when her eyes landed on the woman.
Because beautiful wasn't enough to describe her and that made Aiko's fists clench and her throat tight.
So this was the little whore.
Her milky skin was clear like glass and devoid of any imperfection. A tiny smile remained on her stunning face as she took her mat out of her bag, her big eyes were lowered as she unrolled her mat and were framed with long dark lashes. Once she looked up from her task to smile at someone who greeted her, Aiko could finally see her eyes properly. What she saw were lavender eyes. Lavender eyes that almost sparkled as she smiled.
She looked fragile and docile, in her mannerism and demeanor. She was everything her husband disliked in people.
Was her husband really seeing this one? Did he really spend his hard earned money on someone as small looking as her?
Her jaw clenched as the indigo haired woman applied lip balm over her rosy lips. Aiko's mind went to the image of the lipstick stain on her husband's shirt and her stomach clenched with something dangerous.
Aiko kept her eyes on the beautiful woman.
Her thin bangs brushed over her forehead and were just light enough to frame her face elegantly. Her long raven hair was done in loose curls. Aiko's heartbeat increased as she watched the young woman pull the mass up, tying it in a ponytail.
She straightened up to unzip her sweatshirt and Aiko saw that she was indeed skinnier than the little whore. Aiko was a tall and lean woman, unlike the raven head. She liked that about herself, she stood straight and liked the image she brought out, at the hospital or simply in the streets.
Aiko's eyes roamed over her thin neck, her small shoulders, her sizeable chest area, her flat stomach and thin waist, her round hips and shapely bottom. But the more she looked at her, the more she questioned her investigation.
Was this woman really the one she was looking for? Was she really the one her husband went to when he left their house?
Aiko's eyes focused as Hinata sat down and took her phone from her bag and Aiko's wrath spiked as she watched the woman smile at the screen before typing away, her pale shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
The lethal feeling came back in full force.
Is the little bitch texting my husband?
With shaking hands and unable to control her anger, she stood up ready to march toward her when the instructor walked in greeting everyone.
She froze at that moment, not believing herself
What was I about to do? Was I going to attack her here?
Impossible. She wasn't like that. She was a dignified and rational woman. And if she was going to bring her life back to rails, she'll have to be stealth.
The class started and Aiko didn't know if the hour went too fast or too slow. Aiko didn't know how often her gaze moved to the other woman, watching her every move, trying to see every facial expression, hoping to know more about her.
Who was she, really?
What did her husband see in her?
What could she have possibly shown him to make him break his wedding vows?
How long have they known each other?
What did she have to make a man like Menma betray his marriage?
Aiko worked hard for her life. Her career was at its peak, she's been married for seven years, she loved her husband and she had every intention on growing old with him. And she would be damned if she allowed anyone else to come in and ruin everything she's worked so hard for. She's fought to become a successful doctor, she's fought for her house, she's fought for her love with Menma and she will keep fighting.
Aiko watched every movement as the young woman took deep breaths just as instructed by the teacher. Her phone was going on and off, signaling incoming text messages and Aiko fought the urge to over and check if those texts were coming from her husband.
The raven head gave quick glances at the screen as it went off and a small smile stretched on her lips as she continued her exercise.
Aiko's fists clenched and she sat on her mat no longer following the movements.
How dare she smile like that?
How dare she?
How dare she?
Didn't she realize what she was doing?
Didn't she realize that she was coming between people who swore to be together forever?
How dare she smile while texting a married man? Another woman's man?
Shameless. That's what she was.
A worthless scum.
Dirt at Aiko's feet.
After their class, Aiko was still seated as she watched the young woman eagerly grab her phone, allowing her fingers to type away on the screen and a big smile appeared on her face once more. She let out a chuckle with a small
If that woman was really texting her husband, then what was there to possibly laugh about?
Menma was not a funny person. He didn't make jokes. He was a straightforward and pragmatic man and that's one of the things she loved the most about him. So Aiko was sure that the woman probably wasn't texting her husband, right now.
Hinata locked the screen of her phone and stood up, rolled her mat and waved at the instructor goodbye. She said goodbye to a couple of other people in the room who returned her wave just as eagerly.
Aiko stood grabbing her own mat and followed the woman out of the room, keeping a little distance as they exited the building.
She stood and watched from a distance as the woman entered the driver's seat of a white Maserati Levante. Aiko quickly pulled out her keys and went to her own car. Just as the other pulled out of the parking lot, she started her own car.
She pulled out of the parking lot too and followed the white car. She noticed how the younger woman was a safe driver, so Aiko forced herself to drive slower than she usually did as she followed, making sure to keep her distance at every turn.
The white car slowed and Aiko watched her turn and enter the underground parking lot of a luxurious apartment building and her hands tightened around the steering wheel as the heavy metal doors closed behind the white car. It was obvious that it was a high-priced place.
Did her husband buy her the apartment she lives in?
Could that be it? Did her husband buy her that expensive car too?
If not, what did she do for a living?
Hyuuga. Aiko thought, knowing that the name was somewhat familiar.
It wasn't a common name, she was sure she'd heard it somewhere.
Hyuuga.
Who was Hyuuga Hinata?
A/N: Thank you for reading. Let me know your throughts!