[You saw your wife, who should have "departed from this world," appear at your wedding with Iroha.]
[Although she wore a baseball cap and a mask, you, who were very familiar with her, recognized her at once.]
[You felt terrified. The fake death of Miri should not have appeared at your wedding.]
[What does she want? To cause trouble? Disrupt things? Expose the fraud you've been committing all these years?]
[You were filled with dread and couldn't understand her purpose for being there.]
[In recent years, you had been secretly meeting with Miri under the guise of business trips.]
[She had always been deeply in love with you, unconditionally obeying everything you said and did, and still craved the pain you inflicted on her, which made her more excited and passionate.]
[She hadn't changed; you had always believed this firmly.]
[You felt an urgent desire to make Miri leave, but at the wedding, as the main character, every move you made was under scrutiny.]
[Therefore, you couldn't approach her directly.]
[You didn't trust anyone other than yourself to deal with her, so you had to endure the anxiety and complete the wedding ceremony with Iroha, exchanging vows and rings, all under Miri's watchful gaze from the corner.]
[After the wedding, you went to the banquet hotel but did not see Miri's trace.]
[You seized an opportunity to excuse yourself from entertaining company colleagues, found a private and secure place, and dialed Miri's number.]
[However, you only heard the prompt that "the phone is turned off."]
[Unable to contact Miri, you grew increasingly anxious but hid these feelings, trying to stay cheerful and natural as Iroha clung to your arm, making her wedding day the most beautiful and memorable.]
[After the wedding, with a week left of your honeymoon, Iroha happily purchased beautiful clothes and a new camera online to record the journey's scenery and create memories for the future baby.]
[You had originally taken a half-month leave from work, but due to Miri, you told Iroha that the company was very busy, and you had to return to help.]
[Iroha pouted, clearly unhappy, not wanting to be separated from her newlywed husband and wishing she could stay by your side all day.]
[Despite your repeated assurances that it wouldn't affect the honeymoon, she reluctantly agreed.]
[The next day, you went to the company, took on a business trip, and headed straight for the secret apartment you had prepared for Miri, far from Tokyo.]
[The moment you opened the apartment door, you instinctively felt something was wrong.]
[Many pieces of furniture and decorations were gone, and it was empty, like a rental property awaiting new tenants.]
[In the center of the living room floor, there was a letter. You picked it up and opened it.]
[The folded paper revealed densely packed writing—]
Dear Husband... No, you are now someone else's husband.
Chisato... Please allow me to call your name so intimately.
You should see this letter, right? No, you definitely will.
You're so smart and cautious, you'll surely come here immediately after discovering you can't reach me on the phone.
Perhaps you'll even spot me at your wedding, though I'm all wrapped up.
I'm a bit curious about your reaction—surprise, or anger?
But probably not, as I'll be well disguised.
If others recognized me, it would cause you great trouble, so you won't act like you recognize me.
You love Iroha and hope she loves you just as much.
You two are a perfect match.
Everything you've done for her so far, I don't want it to be ruined because of me.
I'm sorry, Chisato.
By the time you read this letter, I'll probably no longer be in this world.
Without consulting you, I made this decision on my own. But please don't be sad because of it.
I only did something I always wanted to do but never dared to.
Abandoned by my parents, left at a welfare home, I came into this world alone.
Although I received help from kind-hearted people, my heart was always hollow, with nothing worth caring about.
But despite this, I fell in love with you when I was very young.
This feeling of love is entirely irrational and cannot be explained by reason.
Before I knew it, my gaze had uncontrollably begun to chase after you.
When the welfare home caught fire and we were separated, I was very sad and strongly hoped to meet you again.
However, childhood emotions come quickly and fade just as fast.
As a child, after a while, my feelings for you gradually faded.
I would only occasionally think about the handsome, quiet friend from my childhood.
You probably did the same, forgetting your childhood friends quickly after moving to a new environment.
Later, I was adopted by two families but did not have a good life.
I eventually returned to the welfare home, completed high school with good grades, and was offered financial aid by two universities.
I chose a university in Tokyo.
The university in Kyoto had a better reputation and more funding, but for some reason, I chose Tokyo.
Perhaps I was unwilling to leave the city I was familiar with, or maybe a vague, unspoken hope remained in my heart.
But it turned out to be the right choice. I really met you.
Perhaps life is like that—many things seem to be predetermined.
After surviving my abandonment, I was separated from you by natural disasters.
After growing up, we met again, and you proposed, but you loved someone else.
We were destined to part.
But even so, I'm happy because being married you once, still counts as one even if we will part ways once again.
Life gave me so many surprises, only to take them back after a trial period.
I think it's fair.
I'm sorry for the messiness of this letter.
I'm troubled knowing I won't see you again, and my writing reflects that.
Let me focus on some key points.
Regarding why I had the clear thought of leaving this world.
I hope you won't feel disgusted with me after reading the following.
Even if I'm dead, the last thing I want is for you to hate me.
In short, over the past few years, I've found that my mental state has deteriorated.
When you're not around, I increasingly envied Iroha for having you on her side.
My mind was filled with many terrible thoughts.
Most of them were malicious towards Iroha.
I wished she were the one disappearing instead of me.
And I followed those malicious urges, I was tempted to do some things.
I never told you, but I once followed Iroha with a dagger, thinking that if she died, you would return to me.
Fortunately, I did not commit such foolish acts.
I think your love for Iroha must be at least as strong as my love for you.
If she died, you would probably lose hope of living.
So, to prevent myself from doing something foolish and harming you and Iroha due to my mental issues, I must end it myself.
Doing this without warning must trouble you, right?
But it's okay because as long as you are happy, I would rather die to protect the love between you and Iroha.
You are not like me; you've worked hard and deserve a happy ending.
So please, don't be sad or troubled by a crazy woman whose mind is no longer right.
If I'm not here, Iroha will have no chance of discovering the truth.
In a way, that's a good thing, right?
Chisato, after reading this letter, please burn it.
Regarding my meager savings and the house you bought for me, I'm sorry for contacting a lawyer on my own and asking him to donate them to the welfare home in a month.
I felt it might cause problems if its left to you.
Finally, please take good care of yourself and live happily.
Please.
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F for Miri.
Yes, back then I already said that Eriri can't be the best girl here because someone exist, how about you?
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