The Bride Who Offered Her Husband to the Sea

My wife was the Marchetti Family's saint, the face they put on their pretty stories. In the three years of our alliance marriage, she only allowed hugs, kisses, and sleeping in each other's arms.

She always said true love meant resisting temptation, that it tested my sincerity.

But then, at my birthday sit-down, everything changed. She was pressed against the sink by her foster brother, gasping for breath.

She whispered, "Don't worry, brother. I've never let him touch me. My heart has always been yours."