It has been two years since I married my husband after a workplace romance. Even after I left work to get married, I still get along well with my boss, Mr. Ozawa, and his wife, as well as their families. One day, while the four of us were eating hot pot together, Mr. Ozawa, unable to bear seeing my husband so swamped with work, suggested that we go to a hot spring on our next day off. On the day of the wedding, just as we arrived at the inn, at dinner time my husband suddenly said he had had some trouble and left alone. I was drowning in sadness at the thought of him prioritizing work over his wife, and Mr. Ozawa came to my side...