Married for three years, life with my husband—my partner since college—gradually became unbearable. While I wanted to focus on my career, he insisted I become a full-time housewife, creating an ever-widening rift between us. Our conversations dwindled, and eventually, even seeing his face caused me pain. Amid this crumbling marriage, I began staying late at work every night. That's when I started spending time alone with Ozawa, the security guard who made his rounds. Talking with him soothed my wounded heart. When I discovered my husband's infidelity, Ozawa comforted me, sharing that he'd been through the same pain. Desperate to forget my husband, I found myself locked in deep, passionate kisses with Ozawa again and again...