I live alone with my son. I covered it up as love, but he confessed to me, who used to hang out with my son, and we started dating in secret. She was happy to hear that he wanted to get married, but due to the age difference, she asked her son about remarriage in a roundabout way, but was dismissed as impossible. I told him about this and tried to withdraw, but he couldn't give up and made an outrageous proposal. Time passed and I remarried a man. A middle-aged man with a divorced child just like me. The male child I was introduced to when we met was my boyfriend. Yes, we made his father my remarriage partner. However, when I started living with him, I couldn't get enough time to spend with him, and the time we spent loving each other was only a moment. When my patience was about to reach its limit, her husband and son decided to go out together. As soon as the two of us went out, I hugged him and exchanged a deep kiss, asking him over and over again in a limited time...
