A few years after marrying my husband, I finally started my long-awaited cooking class using the savings we had carefully accumulated. With just one month left until opening day, everything was going smoothly, but I was deceived by the skillful lies of the person in charge and had my deposit stolen. Not wanting to cause trouble or worry for my husband, I decided to ask my landlord for a one-month payment deferral and work at a nightclub. I told myself I would endure these humiliating days until I saved enough money, but then the last person I wanted to see showed up as a customer…
