Hiro took me to his apartment in Tokyo's residential district. My mind was blank the entire time we were driving there. He probably asked me how I feel once, I couldn't remember if I replied or not. When we entered, he showed me a bedroom and informed me that I should sleep there, and he would sleep on the sofa in the salon. After that he went to the bathroom to take a shower leaving me alone…I looked around. It felt like déjà vu. I couldn't stand him treating me like this coldly, indifferently. I wanted to run away from this place, from Hiro, from everything. It was unfair… I literally gave up on my life, I risked everything because I was unable to betray him, but ironically none of my words were believable enough for him. I couldn't explain my behavior even in front of myself, it was irrational. I guessed, I didn't kill all the love for him inside me yet, but seeing how I was unworthy of his trust could help finally end this process.I sa

I stared at Hiro completely confused.“How can we go on date just like that…? Aren't you… hiding?” I asked.“The documents proving my identity officially came today. That's what this phone call was about… I can tell Wang Hiro goodbye,” he smirked.“That is great news… but what about your uncle? You are a big threat to him…” I tried understanding the whole situation.“I am, but he cannot do much about it now. He must have found out already that he won't find the thing he wanted in the vault, and that means he must have figured out that I have all the evidence against him,” Hiro snickered.“What are those evidence? What could they prove?”“There were video footage of my uncle bribing a government official, and a list of sums of money with names. There were all the people bribed by Okada and my uncle over the years. All the evidence were collect

We had no time for our honeymoon, nor genuinely acting like newlyweds supposed to, but it was all right. I decided to help Hiro in any way I could for his plans to work out at last. His uncle had hard time acknowledging him in public, but he had no other choice since Hiro made sure that fact was widely spread by the media.Hiro and Melisa created a story where a young Tsuchida heir visited his father's friend when the rest of his family died in a tragic accident. The boy then suffered from a trauma for a long time and only now he decided to reveal his real identity… The press bought it. None of those articles mentioned Tsuchida Kosuke's involvement. There were no evidence that he had something to do with his brother family's death. Hiro realized long ago that the main culprit would never stand trial for this murder. His plan was to take everything his uncle took from him, and bring him to jail for something else…Tsuchida Ichiro, Hiro's father originally

The election supposed to be made by a secret ballot. Every member of the board was given a specially prepared card to write the name of the candidate they vote for. Then the cards were collected and passed to Okada, so that he could read them loud. He stepped on the platform with his hands shaking, I bet it was a long time since he was that uncertain of his own position. He unfolded the first vote…“A vote for the current Chairman, Tsuchida Kosuke… Second vote for… Mr. Chairman… the third vote for, Mr. Tsuchida Kosuke as well…” he announced slightly relieved.I glanced at Hiro, he clenched his fist, but his facial expression remained unchanged. On the other hand, I was already breathing heavily and kept digging my nails into poor Melisa's hand. I guess, I was panicking for the both of us.“The forth vote is for… Tsuchida Hiro…” Okada squeezed out reluctantly, then unfolded another vote, &ld

I dreamt about attending someone's funeral. There were a lot of people without faces, they were all wearing black, mourning clothes, silently waiting for the burial. I passed them by and walked to the coffin. I was terrified, but something was pushing me forward, an unknown force told me to open the coffin lid. I gazed inside and burst into tears. I saw Hiro lying inside it. My chest was torn by agonizing pain, I couldn't breathe. My mind kept telling me it wasn't true, so I clenched my teeth and looked inside the coffin once more and I saw… myself. There was my body, lying, without the last ounce of life left. It was an empty shell. I flinched, but strangely the view didn't surprise me too much. Perhaps, I was aware that after you get shot, you die… I used to think that stories where one lover sacrifices himself for the sake of another are nothing more than a romantic fantasy. After some thinking, I always laughed at myself for writing such cliché ending in