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Kenji had always been a careful man. He balanced his checkbook to the yen, never stayed out past nine without calling, and had long ago surrendered his credit card statements to his wife, Yuki, for "routine auditing." She wasn't controlling—just efficient. Their marriage ran like a well-oiled machine.

At 11:45 PM, he slipped out of their apartment in socks, carrying a worn backpack with 150,000 yen in cash—hidden from a "side gig" he'd never mentioned. The rain masked his footsteps. tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game

He crept back into the apartment at 1:45 AM. The bedroom door was open. The bed was empty. Kenji had always been a careful man

And that, Kenji learned too late, was the real auction—the one where you bid your marriage, and the house always wins. carrying a worn backpack with 150