Three years into my marriage, things weren't exactly rosy with my husband. We constantly fought, and our intimate life had completely dried up. To fill the void, I started spending my evenings at a bar near my office, killing time before heading home. It was a cozy place run by a bartender named Mr. Oozawa, and I found myself frequenting it more and more. Just when I thought I was ready to forgive my husband, I discovered his infidelity. Devastated, I sought solace at the bar, begging Mr. Oozawa to help me forget about my husband...
