Widow, Report Of A Sorrowful Pregnancy. Sumire Washimi

It's been a year since the old man died. I could never forgive the old man, even in death, for not lending me a hand in my time of need. I swore to myself that someday I would do the thing he would hate most. And then the time came. I violated the old man's wife, Maki. His wife, who had just finished the first anniversary memorial service, right in front of his Buddhist altar—the perfect stage.