My secret with the married woman living in the same apartment building: It wasn't the end; the affair began...an affair. SCPX-563

"Just neighbors"—that's what I thought. Casual conversations, casual glances—everything gradually began to take on a special meaning. Because we were so close, there was no escaping it. Because I knew, I couldn't forget. Every ordinary day took on a different hue, while our secret continued to swell. A constant, taut tension and unstoppable emotional turmoil swept over us, and before I knew it, I was caught in an illicit vortex.