I live alone with my daughter. I've lived my life solely at work, but I fell in love with him, who was a subordinate, and we had a secret relationship. She was happy to hear that he wanted to get married, but partly because of the age difference, she asked her daughter roundabout about remarrying, but she was dismissed as impossible. I told him about this and tried to withdraw, but he couldn't give up and made an outrageous proposal. Time passed and I remarried a man. A middle-aged man with a divorced child just like me. The male child I was introduced to when we met was my boyfriend. Yes, we made his father my remarriage partner. However, when I started living with him, I couldn't get enough time to spend with him, and the time we spent loving each other was only a moment. When my patience was about to reach its limit, my husband and daughter decided to go out together. As soon as the two of us went out, I hugged him and exchanged a deep kiss, asking him over and over again in a limited amount of time...
