Kyouko slowly descended the stairs, her steps poised and unshaken.
In her arms, she held only the dress—
the one precious thing she had come back for.
A gift. From Haruki.
A dress far more valuable than anything she had ever received in her twenty-year marriage.
She reached the front door and pressed the gate button on the wall.
Kyouko slipped her heels back on, one foot at a time.
Her movements graceful. Calm.
She didn't glance around.
Didn't look back.
With her chin held high, Kyouko walked out of the house—
the same house she had once served in like a ghost.
Now no longer hers.
The gate slid closed behind her.
She didn't regret it.
Not a single thing.
After enduring it all for over two decades…
After being ignored, silenced, used, and forgotten…
After meeting Haruki—
After crossing the line she once thought unforgivable—
Letting him touch her.
Claim her.
Ravish her until she could no longer pretend to be just "Mother-in-law."
