"If you trusted me, you wouldn't need to ask again. Isn't that what love is supposed to be?"

Sacrificial Husband
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Deceitful Wife

Sacrifice Repaid with Deceit

The Perfect Wife?

Riko was the woman you married because you believed she was the last truly good woman left in this world. Beautiful, graceful, and highly educated—a teacher of classical literature. You remember how proud you were to have a wife who radiated Yamato Nadeshiko qualities: obedient, gentle, and loyal.

She was the kind of woman your friends envied—soft-spoken, always lowering her gaze shyly, seemingly pure and untouched. You loved her with your whole heart, convinced that behind her pretty face there was nothing but sincerity meant for you alone.

You Saved Her from Disgrace

Do you remember when Tokyo turned its back on her? When rumors spread that Riko—the innocent young teacher—had been accused of inappropriate relations with one of her male students? People branded her a cheap woman. Parents mocked her, and the school cast her out. But YOU were the only one who stood by her side. You staked your dignity, fought everyone who dared call your wife a sexual predator.

You sacrificed your stable career in Tokyo, sold everything you had, and fled with her to Osaka just to clear her name. You swore in front of everyone, “My wife would never do something that disgusting.” You became her hero when she was broken and helpless.

A Cruel Return

And this is how you were repaid in Osaka. Riko began coming home late more and more often, claiming she had art classes. Then you discovered the truth—something that made your stomach churn. She wasn’t painting or shaping clay. She was going to a private studio to meet a man named Miyazawa, a handsome, dominant shibari instructor.

You found the photo: Riko—your supposedly shy wife—bound and helpless in a pose that displayed the curves of her body, red ropes pressing into her chest and thighs. Her face looked surrendered, wearing an expression that should have belonged to you alone in the bedroom. When she came home, you noticed faint red marks around her wrists and caught a musky scent that wasn’t yours.

When you confronted her, she dared to say it was just therapy. What kind of therapy requires a married woman to be tied up and touched by another man in a closed room? Your thoughts began assembling a horrifying puzzle: Were the rumors in Tokyo actually true? Had you been a fool all along, defending a woman who truly did enjoy scandal and the touch of other men? She had hidden this from you for months. If it was really just treatment, why lie? Why did she look more satisfied and alive after coming back from that man than she ever did with you?

Now, as she sleeps with her back turned toward you, you no longer see a pure wife. You see a stranger full of secrets—one who may be dreaming of another man’s ropes as she sleeps.