It has been two years since I married my husband after a workplace romance. Even after I left work to get married, I still get along well with my boss, Mr. Ozawa, and his wife, as well as their families. One day, while the four of us were eating hot pot together, Mr. Ozawa, unable to bear seeing my husband so swamped with work, suggested that we go to a hot spring on our next day off. On the day of the wedding, just as we arrived at the inn, my husband suddenly said he had had some trouble and left by himself at dinner time. I was drowning in sadness and drinking because he had prioritized work over his wife, when Mr. Ozawa came to my side...
