Losing My Wife
I called an AS repair technician to fix something in our home.
After that day, my wife Mijeong began to change, little by little.
At first it was nothing more than a simple service visit.
But I—her husband—did not look away from Junho’s eyes as they stole glances at my wife’s body. Rather… I drew that gaze deeper. More blatantly.
“Honey… make yourself a little more comfortable.”
Her flustered face. The flush climbing her neck. The tremble at her fingertips. Watching every bit of it, I felt a pleasure I could not name.
Our apartment. The convenience store. A café. Even a motel. Once the fall began, it swelled beyond anyone’s control. Even as she denied it, my wife gradually opened her body—and I grew bolder and bolder, determined not to miss a single moment.
This is not ordinary adultery.
This is the corruption of my wife—invited by me, cultivated by me.