after years of marriage, i finally saved enough to open my dream cooking class. with just a month until opening, everything seemed to be going smoothly. but the person in charge skillfully lied and ran off with my deposit. not wanting to bother my husband, i asked my landlord for a month's grace period and decided to work at a nightclub until i had enough money. i endured the humiliating days, telling myself it was only until i had enough money. but then, the man i hated most in the world showed up as a customer...
