Today, my husband told me that Director Muroi mentioned a promotion for him. Hearing him talk so happily, I couldn't genuinely rejoice. In fact, burdened by the guilt of deceiving him, I could only manage an awkward smile. After that, I began submitting myself to Mr. Muroi. Telling myself, "If I endure this, he'll get ahead, and we'll be happy." Yet, to escape the guilt, my heart was drawn further and further into Muroi's control. And on the seventh night...