My husband and I have been married for five years. He runs a company and rules our home like an old-fashioned patriarch, convinced that earning money is all that matters. But living without his love left me feeling trapped and suffocated. The only time I felt free from that cage was when I talked with Hosoda, the kind young man who had taken over the neighborhood shop I had visited for years. His sincere, gentle nature touched my heart, and for the first time in my life, I cheated on my husband.