Three years into my marriage, my relationship with my husband has been far from ideal—constant arguments have become routine. Our sex life gradually faded away, leaving me feeling lonely, so I started visiting a bar near my workplace. It was a small, cozy place run solely by the bartender, Ozawa, and I felt safe there, which made me visit more and more often. Just when I was considering forgiving my husband, I discovered he had been cheating, shattering my heart. Each time I learned more about his infidelity, I turned to the bar for comfort, spending more and more time with Ozawa as emotional support. Eventually, desperate to forget my husband, I begged Ozawa to make me his, leading us into a passionate affair.