A few weeks had blurred past since the rooftop call with Dohyun—weeks where Koo walked the tightrope between perfect wife and secret fuck toy. She taught classes with her usual sharp tongue, but every time Tae caught her eye, her pussy clenched like it remembered every thrust, every slap, every whispered degradation. She hated how much she craved it now. Hated how empty she felt when he didn’t text.

Then came her 10th wedding anniversary.