Three years into my marriage, my relationship with my husband has grown increasingly tense. I sensed he harbored some inferiority complex because he earned less than I did. Wanting to cherish our time together, I suggested hiring a housekeeper to handle household chores, but my husband reacted with dissatisfaction, saying it was a waste of money. The next day, a man named Ozawa arrived as the housekeeper. His sincere and meticulous attitude toward cleaning, so focused he seemed to lose track of time, completely captivated me. When I opened up to him about my struggles in my marriage, Ozawa listened with genuine empathy. Drawn to his kindness, I asked him, "Can you handle this problem too?"—and impulsively kissed him.