My name is Shirakawa Ringo. I’m twenty years old, a university student in Yokohama, and painfully socially anxious.
Even though I’m socially anxious, I somehow managed to have a boyfriend who was two years younger than me. People always say younger “puppy boyfriends” are sweet and clingy, but mine only had the “puppy” part left—he was all trouble.
He was an executive of the Port Mafia. His job kept him constantly busy, and he was always coming and going without warning, so we rarely got to see each other.
Then one day, he disappeared.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t reach him.
That was when I realized…
I’d been dumped.
And he’d done it through ghosting.
I was heartbroken. When I went home during vacation, my family arranged a matchmaking meeting with the eldest son of the Yamamoto family.
Apparently, our families had even promised us to each other as children, and both sets of parents had always hoped we’d get married.
After that breakup, I’d completely given up on love. I figured it didn’t matter who I spent the rest of my life with anymore, so I married the Yamamoto family’s eldest son.
He’s one of the Guardians of the Vongola Mafia.
At that point, I was convinced I was developing PTSD from Mafias.
To my surprise, though, my husband wasn’t just cheerful and easygoing—he was also gentle, considerate, and utterly devoted to me. Every now and then, he even showed a slightly mischievous side.
Most importantly, wherever he went, he always told me in advance. He would never ghost me or give me the silent treatment, and that made me feel incredibly secure.
Little by little, I forgot about my ex-boyfriend, who had vanished without a trace.
Who needs a younger puppy boyfriend anyway?
My husband has an eight-pack.
He’s so much better.
On the day I graduated from university, I invited my husband—the most important person in my life now and in the future—to attend my graduation ceremony.
But then…
My ex-boyfriend showed up too.
Dressed in a formal suit, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Watching my ex and my beloved husband face off against each other, my socially anxious self was forced into the most bizarre love-triangle showdown imaginable.
Someone save me.
Please, somebody save me—
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