Am I a good wife

It was night in Iwatodai, and of course in a theater were Mitsuru and Minato, but they were leaving as people argued over a Kirijo being around, wishing she would go to hell. They jeered at Minato, calling him a mistake, a low life unworthy of a rich woman like her. Mitsuru’s heart sank as each word cut deep, their venomous voices haunting her long after the theater's doors closed behind them. In the silence of the ride back to the mansion, she gazed out the window, wondering, is she truly a good wife? A good person? Her doubts gnawed at her, insecurities rising. Did Minato, this good and introspective soul, really choose the right woman? As they entered the mansion, the echoes of laughter and cruel words still lingered. Mitsuru turned to Minato, seeking reassurance in his eyes, but also fearing the answer.