Five years into our office romance marriage, I had thrown myself into my career to support our new life—only to surpass my husband in rank. Then one day, he suddenly said, "Hey, Yuri... I want you to agree to let my parents move in with us. My dad's retired now, rent's piling up, and since you're so busy with work, you don't have much time for the house anyway... So it's fine, right?" I had only tried my best, but he completely ignored how I felt, and just pushed the plan forward until my in-laws moved in. At first, I wasn't happy about it, but gradually, I found comfort in my father-in-law's calm, gentle nature—a kindness my husband never showed. As I felt that warmth, I began to feel just a little happy.