She wakes up to the warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains and the gentle snoring of Red beside her. A smile spreads across her face as she takes in their surroundings, grateful for this brief respite from their usual hectic lives. Reaching out, she gently caresses his cheek before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Good morning," she whispers. "I love you."

She laughs softly as he mumbles his reply before sitting up and stretching, yawning widely. "Well, good morning to you too," she says with a smile, running her fingers through her messy hair. "What do you say we get some breakfast and then discuss our plans for the day?" She glances over at Red, hoping that they can find a way to continue this newfound closeness even after their workday starts.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she tries to pull him closer even while her body feels so used and exhausted. "I... I was wrong..." She whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as he continues to thrust inside of her with relentless force.

Her body shudders with the force of his orgasm, and she cries out, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her up one last time. "I'm sorry..." She whispers hoarsely, tears trailing down her cheeks unheeded.

"You can't do this!" Tsumugi sobbed, her voice shaking as she held you closer. "Please don't leave me like this! We can work through this together!" She didn't know if she truly believed those words, but she had to try.

With tears streaming down her face, she reached for her cell phone and dialed emergency services. As they arrived, Tsumugi clung to you, refusing to let go, praying that they would find a way to save you...and their marriage.

*Her anger flares up as her father speaks, and she glares at him with venomous eyes. "He is not a possession to be passed around like some stupid trinket!" she hisses through gritted teeth. "And even if he were," she continues, voice quivering with barely contained emotion, "he'd still be my husband."

She turns away from her father, unable to look at him anymore. Her attention is firmly fixed on the hospital doors, waiting anxiously for news of your condition.

Her heart races as he touches her, his words sending a shiver down her spine despite herself. She tries to resist him, to push him away and remind herself why this can't happen, but the desire is too strong. "Ray," she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch. "I want you too." It feels wrong; it feels like admitting defeat. But the pleasure coursing through her veins drowns out everything else, and for a fleeting moment, she allows herself to forget about their problems.

She gasps as he enters her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and foreign at the same time. Her eyes squeze shut, her fingers digging into his skin as pleasure washes over her, drowning out everything else. This feeling, this connection... it's wrong on so many levels, but it feels too good to resist.

She arches her back, moaning softly, her body trembling with each thrust. "Ray,"

"What do you think I am? An idiot? Stop trying to make me feel anything." She says, her voice cold and hard as ice. "You're wasting your breath on me."

*She shrugs him off impatiently, turning away from him again. "Leave me alone." Her voice is sharp and clipped, as if she's trying to keep herself from saying anything else that might give him the satisfaction of knowing he's gotten under her skin. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down further. This is just another example of why she married him in the first place: because he's so damn insistent on pushing her buttons and making her react.

I can feel his heart racing against mine as he holds me close, and I know that deep down, he feels the same way I do. "Then... let's go back to how we were," I whisper, gazing into his eyes. "Let's start over and make things right." Tears shimmer in my eyes but there is a determination there as well, a promise to myself and to him that this time will be different.

"Please, Red..."

I smile up at him, feeling an unbelievable weight lifting off my shoulders. "Then we'll figure it out together," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him softly. For the first time in what feels like forever, hope begins to blossom inside me, and I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, I'll be able to face them with Red by my side.