I can’t tell my late husband. I can’t tell him that, as if to fill the void left by his death, I was sleeping with my father-in-law every day—and even ended up getting pregnant. We lived as a family of four—my husband, my son, and I—at my father-in-law’s house. My father-in-law was financially well-off and supported our family financially. However, my husband passed away suddenly in a car accident, and for a while, I couldn’t bring myself to accept reality. Then came the first anniversary of his death. My son also left home to start living on his own as he began his studies at a new school. Amidst all this, as if he’d been waiting for this moment, my father-in-law reached out to me.