8 years ago, I was wild. I thought that with my mother remarrying, I could finally live a life without financial hardship. But the man who became my father was only pretending to be a good person. On nights when my mother wasn't there, that guy raped me. I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell my mother, who was completely dependent on that guy. What girls do when they have no place to go and no money are all the same... Since then, I went to college with the pocket money I got from an older man I met through sugar dating. That was the last time I saw that older man. And now, 8 years later, the older man I reunited with was my fiancé's father.