I live with my daughter. I've lived for work, but I fell in love with a former subordinate and we kept our relationship secret. When he proposed to me, I was overjoyed, but considering the age difference, I hinted at remarriage to my daughter, only to be flatly rejected. After telling him this, I tried to back out, but he wouldn't give up and made an outrageous proposal. Time passed, and I remarried a middle-aged man who, like me, was divorced with a child. The man's child introduced during our meeting was the one I was dating. Yes, they had made my daughter's father into my new husband. However, living together, we barely had any time for each other, and our moments of love were fleeting. Just as my patience was wearing thin, my husband and daughter went out together. The moment they left, I embraced him and we exchanged deep kisses, repeatedly giving in to our desires within the limited time...
