Our happy married life collapsed without warning. My husband ran a small factory, but a trusted employee's betrayal left him buried in debt and on the verge of losing the business. As he grew more exhausted each day, Oshima Industries was the only client willing to keep working with us, finally offering a glimmer of hope. Then, while my husband was away, the company's president came to see me and made an unbelievable demand: “If you want to save your husband, become my slave every weekend.”