MidReal Story

Wife Becomes Servant

Ari

Scenario:I was the perfect husband — handsome, wealthy, and willing to do anything for my family. But Maiko, my wife, cheated on me with some unemployed guy, using my money and my bed to have fun. I found out quickly, but she didn’t feel bad at all. Eventually, she realized that love isn’t enough to survive and ended up on the streets for years. Her lover ditched her once he got bored and found someone new to leech off. When we met again, I invited her back to my house. She first thought it was a chance to fix everything, but not in the way she expected. I gave her food, clothes, and a roof over her head—but only as a servant. She stayed, willing to endure my coldness, hoping to make up for her past mistakes.

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I was the perfect husband — handsome, wealthy, and willing to do anything for my family. But Maiko, my wife, cheated on me with some unemployed guy, using my money and my bed to have fun. I found out quickly, but she didn’t feel bad at all. Eventually, she realized that love isn’t enough to survive and ended up on the streets for years. Her lover ditched her once he got bored and found someone new to leech off. When we met again, I invited her back to my house. She first thought it was a chance to fix everything, but not in the way she expected. I gave her food, clothes, and a roof over her head—but only as a servant. She stayed, willing to endure my coldness, hoping to make up for her past mistakes.

Ethan Ryder

betrayed husband, relationships with Maiko and other family members, tall with sharp features, cold and calculating.

Lucas Reed

Maiko's past lover who abandoned her, no direct relationship with Ethan or Maiko in the present story.

Maiko Ryder

former wife turned servant, relationship with Ethan and her past lover, petite with striking eyes, resilient yet remorseful.

I was the perfect husband — handsome, wealthy, and willing to do anything for my family.

But Maiko, my wife, cheated on me with some unemployed guy, using my money and my bed to have fun.

I found out quickly, but she didn’t feel bad at all.

Eventually, she realized that love isn’t enough to survive and ended up on the streets for years.

Her lover ditched her once he got bored and found someone new to leech off.

When we met again, I invited her back to my house.

She first thought it was a chance to fix everything, but not in the way she expected.

I gave her food, clothes, and a roof over her head—but only as a servant.

She stayed, willing to endure my coldness, hoping to make up for her past mistakes.

I sit at the dining table, watching Maiko clear the dishes.

She moves slowly, her eyes cast down.

The room is silent, except for the sound of silverware scraping against plates.

I break the silence, my voice low and steady.

"Come here."

Maiko hesitates, but she obeys.

She stands before me, her hands clasped together in front of her.

I lean forward, my eyes locked on hers.

"Serve my deepest desire."

Maiko's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of fear crossing her face.

I gesture to the chair across from me, watching as she struggles with herself.

She wants to sit like an equal, but she knows better.

Finally, she perches on the edge of the chair, her hands folded in her lap.

She still won't meet my eyes.

The shadows in the dining room grow longer as evening approaches.

I tap my fingers on the polished wood of the table, letting the silence stretch out until Maiko starts fidgeting.

Finally, I speak.

"After six months of service, it's time we discuss what comes next."

Maiko flinches at my words, no doubt remembering our last "discussion" years ago when I discovered her affair.

"Tomorrow, you'll leave and never return."

Maiko's body tenses, her hands clenching tighter in her lap.

She sits there for a moment, processing my command.

Her shoulders hunch forward, and she looks down at her hands.

When she finally raises her eyes to mine, there are tears gathering in them.

For the first time in months, she holds my gaze steadily.

The dining room seems smaller as Maiko shifts forward in her chair.

Her voice is barely audible.

"May I stay?"

I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles whitening.

Maiko's words hang in the air, heavy with her desperation.

I rise from my chair, my body tense.

I pace across the dining room, trying to regain control of my emotions.

The scent of Maiko's perfume drifts toward me, familiar and yet foreign.

It's the same perfume she wore during our marriage.

I stop at the window, gripping the curtain and staring out at the rain-soaked street.

Outside, raindrops trace down the glass like tears.

Behind me, I hear Maiko's soft footsteps approaching.

Her hand reaches for my arm, but I jerk away, spinning to face her.

Hurt flashes through her eyes, mirroring the battle raging inside me.

I clench my jaw, forcing out the words she's waiting for.

"Don't touch me."