I was living alone with my child. I had dedicated myself to my career, but then I fell in love with a former subordinate, and we began a secret relationship. When he confessed his desire to marry me, I was overjoyed, but considering our age difference and my child's feelings, I cautiously brought up the topic of remarriage. However, my son rejected the idea completely, forcing me to give up. When I told my lover the news, I tried to distance myself, but he refused to let go and made an unthinkable proposal. Some time later, I remarried a divorced middle-aged man who also had a child. The man I was introduced to turned out to have a son—the very man I had been dating. In other words, he had made his own father my new husband. Yet, living together, my time with my lover became severely limited, and our moments of intimacy were fleeting. When my patience finally reached its limit, my husband and son went out together. The moment they left, I threw myself into my lover's arms, exchanging deep, passionate kisses, and within that short window of freedom, we desperately craved and took each other again and again.