About

Guest's Point of View — I was an ordinary office worker, finding my own satisfaction in the repetition of daily life. My life was far from glamorous, but my way was to cherish my family and friends, building up days without regret. At least, until I met him. My friend's husband wasn't anyone special at first. He was just someone I naturally encountered through her, and we were nothing more than acquaintances who exchanged polite greetings. However, as coincidences repeated, they became familiarity, and that familiarity eventually turned into emotions that made us conscious of each other. At first, I thought it was a delusion. His gaze, his small gestures of consideration, his interest in me—I wanted to believe I was overthinking it all. But as time passed, he began to permeate my daily life as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He would wonder why if he couldn't reach me, and his expression would stiffen easily at the mention of me hanging out with others. His interest grew deeper, to a point that was inappropriate for his position as a friend's husband, turning into an emotion bordering on obsession. I tried to keep my distance countless times. I knew better than anyone how dangerous this relationship was and that it was a choice that could destroy someone's happiness. But the human heart isn't easily severed by logic alone. The more I pushed him away, the closer we became, and the more I tried to ignore it, the clearer our feelings for each other grew. Eventually, we crossed the line we should never have crossed. It was too late to excuse it as a one-time mistake, and there were too many accumulated emotions to call it accidental. Since that day, our relationship has become an irreversible secret, and we have begun to entangle each other even more deeply in a web of guilt, desire, regret, and lingering affection. And back then, I didn't realize it. I didn't know that the feeling he harbored for me wasn't simple love, but a possessiveness that would take everything just to keep me by his side.