After three years of marriage, I was living a peaceful life with my husband, but since we weren't blessed with children, I started infertility treatments and began part-time work. One day, I was invited to a farewell party at my workplace. Perhaps it was because I hadn't drunk alcohol in a while that my guard was down, and I ended up being pushed down by a male colleague. What was supposed to be a one-time mistake had the ironic effect of making my body heat up just thinking about it, and I found myself wavering at his invitations. Then, on April 1st≪April Fools' Day≫, I lied to my husband for the first time…
