It has been three years since I married my husband. We were living harmoniously, but I had a secret that I couldn't tell him. To help a friend, I borrowed money and needed to repay it, so I worked at a nightclub a few nights a week without his knowledge. It hurt to betray him, but I told myself to endure until the debt was paid off. Just as I saw the light at the end of the tunnel for repayment, one day, like usual, I received a call and went to a hotel. When I opened the door, my high school teacher who had sexually harassed me was standing there…
