One year ago, I began a relationship with my husband's older brother—an unexpected turn of events, even to myself. At first, I honestly knew it was wrong, but I was drawn to his gentle and protective nature, and my feelings gradually deepened. It took me some time to realize just how much his warmth and attentiveness were pulling me in. While keeping our affair hidden, romantic emotions quietly blossomed within me. I remained constantly on guard, never wanting the truth to come out. When my husband left home for about a week for work, I finally had the chance to reconnect with my brother-in-law and deepen our bond once more. I grew anxious, fearing we might get caught—but my husband seemed to forget all about it, never blaming me and simply brushing it off as work-related stress. Yet for me, this relationship has left an indelible mark on my heart, though I can't fully grasp its depth. Still, I continue living each day with the quiet awareness of being a forbidden wife.