The Sleeping Beauty Was Just His Stand-In So I Let Her GoChapter 1
On my mother's birthday, I couldn't reach my wife, no matter how many times I called.
Resigned, I took my mother to a popular sushi restaurant. The moment we stepped inside, a roar of cheers hit us like a wall. Men crowded the central counter, necks craning, eyes locked on something at the center of the room.
They weren't looking at sashimi.
They were devouring the woman beneath it.
Our relatives, who had joined us for the celebration, pushed through the crowd to see what the commotion was about. My uncle's voice cut through the noise—a furious bellow aimed directly at me.
"Chris! Get over here and drag your wife away!"
"This is absolutely depraved! She's corrupting public morals!"
My mother and I shoved our way forward. My heart stopped.
The "sleeping beauty" serving as the human platter was my wife.
Olivia Swanson.
My mother's face drained of color. She grabbed Olivia's arm and yanked her upright. "Olivia Swanson, have you no shame?"
I tore off my jacket and threw it over her exposed body. Instead of gratitude, a sharp slap cracked across my face.
"Damn it! Today is the grand opening of Spencer's restaurant, and you two came here specifically to cause trouble?" Her eyes blazed. "If Spencer's business suffers because of this, I'll kill you both when we get home!"
The shock was too much.
My mother's hand flew to her chest. Her eyes rolled back. She crumpled to the floor.
The crowd didn't help. They jeered, voices dripping with ridicule and mock sympathy.
Panic seized me. I fumbled for my phone, but Olivia slapped it out of my hand. It shattered against the floor tiles.
"It's not the auspicious hour yet! I won't allow that bad luck to cross the threshold!"
——
A red haze clouded my vision.
I swung my hand. The slap landed hard across her face.
"Are you blind? My mother just collapsed!" The words ripped from my throat. "You didn't say a word—you just ran over here to be a *Nyotaimori* model. This slap isn't just for me. It's for the disgrace you've brought upon your parents and ancestors!"
My voice shook. "And now, for the sake of Spencer Delgado's business, you're forbidding me from saving my mother? Olivia, if anything happens to her, I will bury you."
The relatives, unable to bear the shame, had already cursed us and fled.
I was alone.