It would soon be one year since our wedding. With our first anniversary approaching, I had prepared a gift for my wife, Saya. Around that time, I received notice of a reunion for my college classmates. As usual, Saya said she'd come straight home afterward, and though I felt a bit uneasy, I told her, "Take your time and relax for once." She left with a smile. That night, when I returned home, I noticed a shining necklace around her chest. "Saya, did you have that before?" I asked. A few days later, an anonymous DVD arrived. Inside was footage of Saya making exaggerated ahegao expressions and repeatedly squirting with pleasure. That anniversary day turned into something completely unexpected—becoming the worst day of my life.