[Renji's POV—Kurosawa Group Headquarters—CEO Office—Continuation]
Silence swallowed the room. Not the awkward kind. Not the embarrassed kind. The kind that presses against your chest until breathing feels like a conscious choice.
"You're my Alvar," I had said. "My husband… whom I married in another dimension."
The words still hung in the air.
Heavy. Fragile.
Hayato didn't move.
Didn't speak.
His brows were furrowed, confusion etched deep between them. Shock flickered across his face—raw, unguarded. His fists clenched slowly at his sides, knuckles whitening, gaze fixed on the floor as if the truth had landed there.
As if it might shatter if he looked at it directly.
I knew what this was.
A man who had lost his memories. A man living an entirely different life, in an entirely different world. How could he possibly accept something like this?
"…I'm your husband?" he asked at last.
His voice was quiet. Careful. Like he was afraid the answer might hurt more than the question.
