Chapter 1 Shuu (1)

Shuu (1)

I’ve been married to my wife Mari for three years.

We have known each other for over 20 years.

We were what you might call childhood friends.

We started dating in our sophomore year of high school.

I confessed my feelings to her.

It was at the park where we first met.

We were childhood friends and have been friends since elementary school.

I had the courage to leave such a comfortable relationship.

By getting closer, we were able to start dating.

It may not have been a flaming love, but it was a mutual feeling that built up little by little.

Even in such a slow and gentle relationship, I definitely fell in love with Mari and loved her.

When she accepted my confession, I was so happy to know that she felt the same way as I did that tears streamed from my eyes.

After we started dating, we spent more time together than ever before, sharing time as lovers.

We enjoyed our first date at the aquarium.

On our first anniversary. We kissed for the first time and gave each other gifts.

During summer vacation, I was so excited to see her in a bathing suit for the first time as a girlfriend.

We were able to go on a school trip together in the fall, and it left us with irreplaceable memories of our high school days.

When Christmas came, we were united in love for the first time. We were awkward with each other, but we were happy because we got used to it quickly.

In our junior year, we were busy studying for entrance exams, but we were able to support each other because we both wanted to go to the same university.

We got into the college we wanted.

We both knew how hard we had worked, so we cried together and celebrated our success.

Even after we got into college, our relationship remained the same.

We both believed that he and she were the only ones who could stand by our side.

That is why we got married right after graduating from college.

We had both decided to work, but we were determined to put each other first.

The first year at work was tough, but I was able to do my best because Mari was there for me.

I hoped I could be that kind of person for Mari too.

The second year I was a little more relaxed.

Mari could afford to work more, and we laughed and talked about a bright future and how we wanted to have a house and two children in the future.

Then, in the fall of our third year, Mari’s behavior began to change.

There was always a lot of overtime at the company, but it was never so long that she had to go home late at night. But lately, it has become more frequent.

She would come home tired, so of course our night activities would decrease.

I could understand that it was because she was tired.

However, she began to avoid even light kissing and little skinship, which used to be a matter of course.

I felt a kinda uneasiness in my heart.

What further accelerated my bad premonition was the difference in her detailed behavior.

For example, Mari now keeps her cell phone, which she used to leave carelessly on the table.

Even during the week when there was nothing but work, her fancy underwear was put out to be washed.

She used to talk to me about things that happened at work and even minor complaints, but now when I ask her about things, she gets in a bad mood and stops talking to me.

Something was wrong.

The distrust reached its peak when I told her I was going away for a week on a business trip.

When I told Mari I was going away for a week on a business trip, her mood suddenly improved.

Something was going on. I was helpless to suspect that.

Driven by suspicion, I rigged the room with a certain device.

It was a hidden camera.

I thought I was crazy.

But I couldn’t help checking it out.

I had to confirm that Mari had not cheated on me and that I was just being narrow-minded and skeptical.

Believing that I went on a business trip——

It was a compensatory vacation after returning from a business trip.

Mari works. She said she might be late again today, so she didn’t want to have dinner.

This made me feel gloomy, so I turned on my computer with trepidation.

To check the recorded video.

With trembling hands, I played the video.

I wanted to be relieved that my premonition was just misplaced.

I wanted to celebrate this day, our wedding day, together.

I wanted to see the look of joy on Mari’s face when I gave her the gift I had prepared for her.

But my wish was dashed.

What I saw on the screen was a scene of hell.

Mari, whom I loved and trusted more than anyone else, was being held by a stranger and was in a state of confusion.

She was moaning “It feels so good.” in a vulgar voice.

She kissed a man. And with covered in thick slime, she screamed “I love you.” to a man who was not me.

When a man whispers in her ear, she says “I like you better, you feel better.” and makes her compare him to someone else.

The bedroom footage shows a week’s worth of daily footage of a man and a woman going crazy with s🬀🬀ual passion.

The living room footage also showed a man being served and tasting Mari’s home-cooked food. They looked like a sweet, sweet newlywed couple, even showing off her n🬀🬀ed apron.

If a stranger saw them, he would think that this man was the real husband.

I threw the gift I had prepared into the garbage and wept aloud.

I wept aloud.

And then I thought.

What was wrong with me?

It’s true that I’m not a perfect person.

Mari was probably better than me in terms of excellence.

But I was sure that I loved Mari more than anything or anyone else.

But if you watch this video, you might think that my feelings were just a joke.

A one-way feeling of emptiness.

I even began to think that Mari might’ve married me out of pity as a rotten childhood friend.

Then Mari’s happy face began to look like a lie.

For the first time, I didn’t understand Mari.

I was afraid of Mari.

I can’t control my feelings anymore.

If I see Mari now, I don’t know what I’ll do.

I might even kill Mari in a fit of rage.

I was so desperate that I even thought of killing myself in front of Mari.

My head was bombarded with negative thoughts, but I managed to get out of the house with what little rationality I had left.