"That's enough. You value your job more than your husband, don't you?" Three years into the marriage with my college sweetheart, the misunderstandings between us were escalating daily. Me wanting to continue working and him wanting me to be a full-time housewife... it became painful just to see each other, and the days of overtime increased. The one who soothed my troubled heart was security guard Mr. Ozawa. During overtime, the time I spent talking with Mr. Ozawa during his rounds became my support. When my husband's infidelity came to light, he comforted me by saying he had gone through the same experience. Then, as if to erase my husband, I passionately kissed Mr. Ozawa…
