
Eight years ago, I was a wild child. My mother remarried and I thought I’d finally be able to live a life without financial worries. But the man who became my father was only pretending to be a good guy. One night when my mother was out, he raped me. I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t tell my mother, who relied entirely on him. All girls with no place to go and no money do the same thing… After that, I went to university with the pocket money I received from an older man I met through sugar dating. I never saw him again. And now, eight years later, I’ve met him again, and it turns out he’s my fiance’s father.