My husband was always cheerful and kind, treating me with care even in front of his coworkers. However, one day he made a serious mistake at work and was forced to apologize before the managing director. Seeing him in that position, I was overwhelmed with the desire to help him. The only thing I could do was submit myself to the managing director and offer my body. I never forgot my love for my husband—he was the only man I had ever called my husband. Yet, whether from guilt or anxiety, my body began to be drawn to the other man. By the seventh night, I could no longer understand my own feelings as I stood before him.