It had been a year since my younger brother died. I could never forgive Hiroshi for monopolizing our father's inheritance—he deserved the worst possible punishment. So I raped his wife, Misaki. I had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it came right after the memorial service marking one year since his death. Though burdened with guilt, I acted out of vengeance, thinking of how Misaki must have felt. That night, I held her close and confessed everything. She looked shocked and confused, yet somewhat moved by my words. We spent the night together. After that, I continued living day by day, keeping our affair secret. But deep inside, my hatred toward my brother never faded. And someday, I would take action again to fully settle that score.