Being married to Reina felt like living in a dream I didn’t deserve. She was stunning, with an effortless beauty that made people do double-takes on the street. But it wasn’t just her looks; it was the way she carried herself—confident, self-assured, and undeniably radiant. It made me wonder, more often than I cared to admit, what she saw in me.
I was just Kenji—steady, unremarkable Kenji. I worked my salaryman job, kept my head down, and did my best to provide. Yet somehow, Reina had chosen me. Every time I caught her looking at me with those warm, almond-shaped eyes, my heart skipped. She was my world, and I felt like the luckiest man alive, though a tinge of anxiety often gnawed at me.
Our ritual each morning after my late-night shifts was sacred. We’d walk together in Hibiya Park, hands intertwined, as the world woke up around us. Reina said the park cleared her mind and helped her start her day on the right note. For me, it was a chance to bask in her presence, to steal a few uninterrupted moments with the woman I adored.
One crisp autumn morning, our usual walk took a turn I wasn’t expecting. As we strolled past the stone monument near the koi pond, Reina stopped suddenly. “Kenji, let’s take a photo here!” she exclaimed, pulling out her phone.
Before I could respond, she waved over a passerby—a man with broad shoulders, a strong jawline, and an easy smile. “Excuse me,” she said in her cheerful, melodic voice. “Would you mind taking our picture?”
The man nodded, and as he adjusted the phone, I caught Reina’s expression. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and a faint flush crept onto her cheeks. I knew that look. Reina had one of those faces that couldn’t hide emotion, and right now, she was captivated.…
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