When Ayako first married your father, they would always come home together after work, looking like the perfect couple. But lately, your dad has been coming home earlier than her. When you asked him about it, he mentioned that Ayako had been staying late at the office for overtime. One night, while she was asleep beside him, you couldn’t shake the suspicion and decided to sneak a look at her phone. Your heart sank as you found a video she had sent to her boss. In the video, Ayako was naked, wearing nothing but sheer stockings on her arms and legs. She giggled seductively as she slowly attached nipple rings to herself, playfully jiggling her breasts for the camera, her face lit with excitement you’d never seen at home. The next night when your dad already asleep, Ayako stumbled through the front door, clearly drunk, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as she fumbled with her keys. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her clothes clung to her, hinting at something that had happened before she came home. "Mmm... finally back," she slurred, kicking off her heels. Her eyes darted nervously, as if trying to hide the secret she carried from her night with her boss. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring your father was still asleep. “Tch, what a night,” she whispered under her breath with a half-smile, straightening her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. "I swear, he just doesn’t know how to stop..." she muttered, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, eyes heavy with guilt and desire.
So I turned on the kitchen light and sat quietly at the dining table, turned my back to her, and said, "You came back really late, Mom."Before slowly turning to look at her
When she saw you standing there, she visibly froze for a moment before regaining her composure and trying to smile reassuringly. "Ah... hi, sweetie. I... just had a little trouble with something at work. Nothing major." Her voice sounded shaky, like she was trying to convince herself as much as you. "Oh, okay," you replied, not sounding entirely convinced. "Do you want me to help you with anything?" A hint of relief crossed her features, and she seemed to relax slightly. "Actually... yeah. Could you make me a drink? Something strong, to calm my nerves." Her voice came out huskier than usual, almost sultry. She licked her lips nervously as she glanced down at the floor. You nodded, walking over to the kitchen counter and pulling out a glass. "What would you like?" You asked as you began to pour her
I was extremely angry but I could only keep quiet in my mind before saying, "Can you explain to me what this is all about?"Before throwing out her leaked photos
Her heart raced as she felt your anger, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Look... I know it doesn't look good, but I swear I can explain." Her voice was almost pleading now. "Just give me the chance to tell you everything, and maybe then you'll understand." She took a step closer to you, her face etched with desperation.
"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to touch your arm. "I need you to trust me." Her eyes searched yours, begging for some sign of forgiveness or understanding.
So I slowly stood up and said, "If I were really your son, I would be so disappointed to have a mother like this."Before walking up to the room and smiling at the corner of his mouth as he walked
Her face flushed with anger and shame as your words pierced her heart like daggers. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them back, refusing to let you see her weakness. She stood there for a moment, trying to compose herself, before finally speaking up. "You don't understand..." she managed through gritted teeth. "It wasn't like that. It was just... it felt good to be wanted again." Her voice broke, betraying the pain and vulnerability beneath her mask of cool composure. "And he promised me things... things I never got from your father." She swallowed thickly, trying to stop the tears from falling as she looked at you pleadingly. "Please believe me," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm not proud of what I did, but it was different with him. It felt so... needed." Her voice cracked with em
I slowly turned my face and gave him a cold look, then said, "Is that so? You must be very disappointed in my father." Then I slowly sighed and said, "If it's necessary, why don't you just go live with him?"So I kept quiet and continued, "If he's more important than my father, then leave and don't let me see his face again."Before walking back up to the room
Her eyes widened at your words as she felt a sudden stab of panic. She hadn't expected you to react like this; part of her had hoped that maybe you would understand and forgive her. But now, faced with the harsh reality that she had lost your trust... it was overwhelming. "No!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "That's not what I want! I love your father! He's all I've ever wanted!" Tears streamed down her face as she reached out to you, grasping at your sleeve with desperation. "Please, Masozaki," she begged. "Don't make me leave him. I'll do anything to make this right... just please don't tell him." Her breath came in ragged gasps as she clung to you, her body trembling with the force of her emotions.
So I slowly gave him a look of disgust and said, "Don't call me by the name my father gave me."Before continuing, he said, "From what I can see from your phone, this isn't the first time you've done that to your boss."
Her eyes darted away as she heard you mention her phone. She couldn't believe that you had seen everything. "I... I thought it was just harmless fun," she stammered, wiping the tears from her face with shaking hands. "He wanted me to... and he promised..." She trailed off, her voice weak and defeated. "But I never meant for this to hurt your father! Or you!" She looked up at you, pleading for understanding or forgiveness, any sign that she hadn't completely destroyed what little trust you had left in her. "I just... needed the attention," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "I never meant to cross the line."
I clenched my fists and said, "Even though you didn't cross my father's line, you crossed his hairline." Then I continued, "If his promise is more important than my father's,I would really hate women like you."Before slowly turning away
"Please," she begged, reaching out to you again as if her life depended on it. "I'll do anything to make this right. I swear." Tears streamed down her face unchecked, and her voice trembled with desperation. She didn't know what else to say or do; all she knew was that she couldn't lose you too.
"I promise," she sobbed, tears streaking through the makeup that had been painstakingly put on earlier tonight. "I will never hurt your father again." Her gaze remained fixed on yours, pleading for mercy as her body quaked with the weight of her guilt and shame.
So I slowly picked up the gun from the table and pointed it at her forehead and said, "Do you know whoever made my father sad will pay with their life?"Before using his murderous eyes to look into her eyes
Her heart lurched in fear as she saw the gun pointed at her, but she remained still, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "W-wait," she stammered, trying to force out a shaky laugh through tears. "It was just a game, I swear! Please don't hurt me!" Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as her body trembled with fright, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
She struggled to focus on your words, the meaning slowly dawning on her. Her gaze flickered from you to the gun and back again, fear beginning to gnaw at her gut like a hungry animal. "I-I never meant for any of this," she whispered hoarsely, shaking her head in denial even as her legs threatened to give way beneath her. "Please, I can make it right... just please don't
So I slowly lowered my gun and walked back upstairs, saying, "Don't make me go and kill both of you at her workplace."Before walking up to the room slowly
Her eyes grew wide with terror as you lowered the gun and began to walk away. Relief flooded through her at the thought that she might survive this; but then came shame, and guilt, and fear all tangled together in a horrible mess. She fought back tears, struggling to catch her breath as she tried to compose herself, glancing wildly around the room for anything she could use to make you believe her innocence. "I-I love your father," she stammered, stepping closer to you. "You have to believe me."
Her hands shook uncontrollably as she reached out to touch your arm. "Please, I'll do anything to make this right. Just don't tell him, okay? He doesn't need any more pain in his life." Tears streamed down her face, her voice cracking with desperation. She didn't know what else to say or do; all
So I slowly said, "Father doesn't know about this yet and don't let it happen again."Before you let her drown in her own thoughts next
Her eyes widened at your words as she felt another stab of fear. You knew everything; there was no way out of this mess. "I-I understand," she managed to choke out through ragged breaths. "I'll make it up to you, and him... I promise." She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face as she fought to regain her composure. "I just want to keep my family together. Please don't take that away from me," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to grip your sleeve tightly, her voice thick with emotion.
"I will make it right." Her eyes flickered up toward yours, full of pleading desperation as she tried to keep herself from crumbling entirely beneath the weight of everything that had happened tonight. "Please believe me," she whispered.
So I simply replied, "Hmm," before walking back upstairs and slowly entering my room.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, waiting for your response. The air was thick with tension and the weight of all her lies and deceptions pressed down on her like a leaden shroud. For now, it seemed you had chosen not to tell your father; but that didn't mean she was out of the woods yet. There would still be so much work to do if she wanted to repair the damage she had done and regain your trust.
With shaking hands, Ayako reached up and wiped away her tears, composing herself as best she could before speaking again. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I'll make sure this never happens again." She lowered her head once more, her shoulders slumping in defeat as the full reality of what had transpired sank in. It would take time and effort to undo all that she had done, but for now,
The next morning
"Good morning," she mumbled, forcing herself to sound chipper as she entered the kitchen, her movements slow and cautious. She didn't dare meet your eyes as she busied herself with making breakfast. "What would you like today?" Her hands trembled slightly as she cracked eggs into a bowl, and she tried to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach.
She was still exhausted from last night, both emotionally and physically. The guilt weighed heavily on her, making it difficult to focus on anything else but her own self-loathing. She knew that she had a long road ahead of her if she wanted to repair the damage she'd done, and she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. But for now, all she could do was try to get through each moment without making things any worse than they already were.
So I said, "I'll have fried eggs and ham and my dad's bread."Before walking into the bathroom and taking a slow shower Until completion
"Coming right up," she replied, forcing a smile as she scrambled the eggs and set them aside to cook. The kitchen filled with the familiar scent of frying food, and she found herself relaxing slightly at the routine task. It was times like these that she missed being able to rely on her husband; he had always been so supportive and understanding. But now, with everything that lay between them, it seemed their marriage would never be the same again.
Her gaze drifted to the hallway, wondering how long it would be before you emerged from the bathroom. She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of being so relieved when she'd seen you go in there; but even as she chastised herself for her selfishness, she couldn't help but feel grateful that he hadn't confronted her yet. Perhaps there was still hope for them after all... if only she could find
Then my father came down from upstairs and I just happened to come out of the bathroom and went upstairs to get dressed before coming down in my school uniform.And hurry up and eat breakfast.
"Oh, good morning!" Ayako chirped, looking up from the stove as she added the ham to the pan. "Your father's eggs smell delicious! I hope you have a great day at school." Her tone was light and playful, but her heart raced with anxiety as she waited for your father to appear.
She watched you carefully, waiting for any sign that you'd noticed the tension between them last night. So far, there seemed to be no change in his demeanor or interaction with either of them. It was almost as if nothing had happened; but Ayako knew better than anyone how fragile these situations could be. She just hoped she could keep things under control long enough to make things right again.
So I slowly picked up my school bag and put the gun and knife in the bag and said, "I changed the subject of breakfast. Actually, that's Dad's favorite." Then I got up and grabbed the orange juice box and walked out of the house with the bag.
As you picked up your school bag and made small talk about breakfast, Ayako tried to force a reassuring smile onto her face. It was difficult not to feel on edge with everything that had happened, but she knew it would only make things worse if she let herself panic. She nodded along as you spoke, carefully loading plates with eggs and ham, grateful for the distraction from her racing thoughts.
"There you go," she said brightly, setting a plate down in front of you. "Breakfast is served! I hope you have a wonderful day at school today." She forced another smile, this one more genuine than the first, as she looked up at you with what she hoped was a reassuring expression.
So I just ate two bites and got up, grabbed my bag and walked out of the house, and my father came down just then.
As you stood up and walked toward the door, Ayako's heart sank a little deeper with each step you took away from her. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, thick with tension as your father descended the stairs behind you. She forced herself to keep her expression calm and cheerful, smiling warmly at him as he entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, dear," she greeted him brightly. "Sleep well?" Her voice trembled slightly, but she managed to keep it steady as she turned back to the stove, busying herself with scraping eggs into the trash and wiping down the counters. She felt a mixture of shame and guilt churning in her gut, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides what she'd done wrong. As your father and you left for school together, leaving her alone in the empty house once more, Ayako couldn't
I was standing secretly by the door in the house and said, "Aren't you going to work?" before slowly looking up and saying, "I graduated a long time ago. It was just a drama."
Her heart raced as she realized you'd been there the whole time, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught in such a lie. She bit her lip nervously, unsure what to say or how to explain herself. "Ah... I-I just wanted to make breakfast for you both," she stammered. "I thought it'd be nice..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at the floor, avoiding your gaze.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before meeting your eyes again. "Look," she said, her voice strained with sincerity. "I know I've been acting strange lately... but it's because of everything that's happened." She gestured vaguely around the room, unable to find the words to explain the complex web of emotions tangled up inside her. "Please, Masozaki," she pleaded, "
So I said, "Don't lie to yourself. You know deep down what you did wrong, but you choose to accept it and blame this and that without blaming yourself."Before slowly picking up the bread and eating it.
Her eyes widened in surprise at your words, and she felt a hot sting of shame prickle at the back of her throat. "I-I'm not trying to blame anyone but myself," she stammered, shifting uncomfortably beneath your gaze. "It's just... it's been so hard to admit what I've done."
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I made mistakes, and I need to own up to them," she said quietly. "I want to make things right between us, and I know that means facing the consequences of my actions... even if it hurts." Her voice wavered, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she fought to keep herself composed. "Please, Masozaki, don't turn away from me now. I need your forgiveness, your trust... more than anything."
So I said, "If forgiveness and trust were so easy to give, then everyone in the world would have forgiven each other."Before lying down on the sofa And said, "You yourself should learn to think. If your father finds out one day, you will regret it."Before slowly closing your eyes
Her heart sank as you spoke, and she felt the weight of your words press down on her chest like a leaden cloak. "I know that forgiveness isn't something to be given lightly," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "But I swear I will earn it back, Masozaki. You have no idea how sorry I am for everything that's happened... for hurting you both like this." She looked down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze as she fought to keep her composure.
"I won't let my father down again," she promised. "I will prove myself worthy of his trust, and yours." Her words sounded hollow even to her own ears, but they were all she had left to cling to in the face of your growing disdain. "Please," she said quietly, swallowing back a lump in her throat. "
So I said, "Do you regret what you did? If you had thought about it from the beginning, you would have admitted it a long time ago."
Her face flushed with shame as she nodded slowly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I regret it more than anything," she whispered hoarsely. "Every single day I wake up and wish I could take it all back, but I can't undo the past no matter how much I want to." She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice as she met your gaze. "I know that forgiveness might not come easily, but please don't shut me out completely. Give me a chance to make things right again."
Her heart ached with the desperation in her words; she knew how much she had lost already and how fragile their bond was now. She would do anything to save what little remained of her family, even if it meant facing the consequences of her actions head-on. As you continued to look at her, uncertainty flickering in your eyes, Ayako held her breath, hoping against hope
So I slowly stood up and said, "Why did you do that in the first place? I just want to know," before slowly picking up the fruit and eating it.
The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated before responding. "I... I don't know," she stammered, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "It was a mistake. I was stupid and foolish, and I let myself be taken advantage of." She glanced away, unable to meet your gaze as she continued. "Part of me thought maybe it would make things better between us... that if I could bring you joy like that, then maybe you'd see me differently. But I never meant for anything to happen with my boss," she added quickly, almost as if she needed to defend herself against the accusation lodged within your question.
"I should have known better," she whispered, her voice raw with remorse. "I'm so sorry for everything, Masozaki. I don't know how to make it up to you." She looked back at you,
So I said, "Don't try to compensate me. What you should do is to make my father happy, not to make him suffer more. Why?"Before he slowly became quiet and said, "It's right that you were taken advantage of."Before taking another bite of fruit
Her heart clenched at your words, the weight of guilt and shame pressing down on her like a physical burden. "I... I understand," she managed to say through a tight throat. "I'll do everything in my power to make things right with you both, I promise." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she looked into your eyes. "Please believe me. I know that it's going to take time, but I won't give up until I earn your trust back. I would never intentionally hurt either of you."
She paused, her mind spinning with how she could possibly begin to repair the damage she'd done. A thousand apologies and promises swirled through her head, but she knew they weren't enough. It was going to take more than words; it was going to take action. "I'll show you," she whispered fiercely, a determination
So I raised my hand and said, "Enough. I don't want to listen anymore. Let's just show you. Don't just talk. Something will be better."Before walking up to the room slowly
As you walked away, leaving her alone in the living room, Ayako felt a mix of relief and anxiety wash over her. She wasn't sure what had just transpired between them, but she knew one thing for certain; she couldn't afford to waste any more time on empty promises or excuses. With renewed determination burning in her heart, she vowed to prove herself worthy of your forgiveness and trust.
She would start by being honest with you both from here on out. No more secrets, no more lies; just the truth, however painful it might be. And she wouldn't stop until she saw the light of understanding in your eyes again, until you were willing to let her back into your life without fear or suspicion.
For now, there was only one thing left for her to do: wait and hope that your words rang true.