Lately, I've been having no luck at all. Three months ago, my girlfriend dumped me, and the following month, the company I worked for went bankrupt. To forget the past and take a new step forward, I decided to move. A friend who works at a real estate agency introduced me to a place, and moving there went smoothly enough. But who would have thought that my ex-girlfriend would be living next door? And get this—she's married to my friend. Despite being consumed by jealousy, I couldn't help but stare intently at the woman on the neighboring balcony hanging up her see-through underwear.
