On the morning of my husband's sudden death in a traffic accident, I trembled with overwhelming grief. My husband, a physician, had been scheduled to work the afternoon shift after his night on call. But the car he was driving collided head-on with another vehicle while swerving to avoid a child who had suddenly run into the street—killing him instantly. I stood frozen in shock, staring at his funeral portrait, when Dean Oyama coldly lashed out at me. "At least... please forgive me in front of my husband..." I choked back those words, my body ironically convulsing again and again in violent orgasms. Amidst the storm of sorrow and shock, I surrendered to overwhelming emotion, experiencing a heartbreaking climax that intertwines despair and arousal.