When I heard that the man who lives next door, whom I always meet on the stairs, had lost his wife, I felt sorry for him and invited him to my house. My husband and I hit it off, and I thought that from now on the three of us can go somewhere and have fun. I was thinking that maybe the three of us could go somewhere and have fun together, when my husband went to the bathroom and suddenly the man kissed me. This is where my mistake began. If only I had refused him at that time....