A year after we got married, my husband changed jobs and our income decreased. Struggling with living expenses, we ended up moving in with my father-in-law's family. Gradually, we got used to the life at his place, and I started thinking about having children. However, a year passed without any sign of pregnancy, and then that incident happened. My supposedly kind father-in-law suddenly attacked me. And from that day on, it became an everyday occurrence… Before I knew it, one year, two years had passed, and this relationship continued. Eventually, I found myself looking forward to my father-in-law's visits, and four years went by…
