I Was Abandoned by My Fiancé and Betrayed by My Best Friend—A Story from Rock Bottom - Chapter 30

My name is Sanekoji Hiroyasu.

Through an arrangement from the prestigious financial world family, the Kujo’s, I ended up marrying their eldest daughter, Kujo Sachiyo.

It was a forced political marriage between our two families.

But with this marriage, my life was supposed to turn upward again—at least, that’s what I believed.

A lavish wedding reception with countless blessings from everyone around.

A new title bearing the Kujo family name.

Friends and business associates whispered, “I’m so jealous,” and “What a lucky break.”

I was walking on air.

I felt that a glittering future was about to begin.

—But contrary to my expectations, the happiness lasted less than three days.

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When I returned to our luxurious new apartment, my wife Sachiyo was rummaging through the dresser.

“What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

“Did you already spend this month’s allowance?”

“Huh? No… I have company expenses to cover, so it’s a bit…”

“Huh? You can figure that out later, can’t you? I really want this season’s new bag from Boubari. It’s three million, so get it for me now!”

…Three million?

For a moment, I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Th-that’s not so easy…!”

“What? Are you trying to embarrass the daughter of the Kujo family?”

“…F-fine.”

“Good.”

I struggled to scrape the money together.

Sachiyo’s face, now that her desire was satisfied, was smiling—but her eyes alone were cold.

From that day on, my already strained personal assets and company funds vanished like water down the drain.

Brand goods, jewelry, luxury spas.

Extravagant meals, dining out, even overseas trips.

What kind of life had she lived, what had she thought about while growing up in the Kujo family…?

Using “a lifestyle worthy of the Kujo name” as her excuse, Sachiyo was a money-devouring monster.

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A meeting with an important client.

For some reason, Sachiyo suddenly barged into the company’s reception room and insisted on joining.

Then, as soon as the client sat down, she casually cut in.

“Can’t you make this contract a little cheaper? I mean, you’re dealing with the Kujo family name, so it’s only natural, right?”

The client’s face stiffened.

“…It seems we weren’t meant to work together this time.”

With that, the negotiation fell through.

Even though I desperately bowed and apologized to the client, it was already too late.

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In the car on the way home, I tried to reason with Sachiyo.

“Sachiyo, if you had negotiated with a little more tact.”

“What? It’s just that your influence isn’t enough, isn’t it? Don’t blame me!”

Sachiyo flared up, her face bright red as she snapped back.

My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel.

Returning home was even more hellish.

“You call this dinner? I can’t eat something like this.”

Apparently, the high-end delivered meal didn’t suit her tastes.

“S-sorry. This is the best one…”

“Don’t make excuses! I’m a daughter of the Kujo family!”

A plate was smashed onto the floor.

I couldn’t help but clutch my head.

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Late at night.

Alone on the balcony, I smoked a cigarette.

Freed from the overwhelming hell of the evening.

Right now, Sachiyo is snoring in bed.

In bed, Sachiyo never let me go.

She treated me like a tool, lost in her own pleasure the entire time.

I was hit by waves of nausea over and over, running to the sink each time.

In the darkness as the city lights went out, Miharu’s smiling face suddenly crossed my mind.

Back then… everything was going well.

She used to smile beside me…

“Why did it turn out like this…?”

From the depths of my chest, an overwhelming emptiness surged up.

All the while, Sachiyo’s snoring roared in my ears, piercingly loud.

I screamed from the pit of my stomach toward the night city:

“What in the world did I do to deserve this—?!”