My husband and I met at a daycare in Ota Ward, where my first impression of him was that of a typical nice guy dad—actively involved in dropping off and picking up kids, clearly doting on children. By chance, we ran into each other again at a dumpling restaurant we both frequented, where I learned about his divorce from his previous wife and his complicated family background. Though we didn't feel any romantic spark initially, we exchanged contacts as acquaintances and eventually began dating. We got married in my fifth year at the daycare, when I was 25. Later, my husband started managing subordinates and switched entirely to remote work. Over time, I grew stressed by his unhealthy lifestyle, his physical decline, and the way he treated me like a mere housekeeper. The excitement and butterflies we once had faded, and daily life became dull. The desire to confide in him or lean on him emotionally weakened, and my emotional needs began to shift. Amid this emptiness, I found myself drawn to the attention of a man I met at my part-time job. However, knowing we were both married, I struggled to face reality and made efforts to avoid crossing the line.