A few years after I got married to my husband, I decided to start a long-awaited cooking class with the funds I saved steadily. It was a month before the opening, and things were progressing smoothly, but the security deposit was successfully taken away due to a clever lie by the person in charge. I didn't want her husband to be troubled or worried, so I decided to have the landlord wait for payment for a month and work at the night shop. I endured the days of humiliation until I had enough money, but the most hated man in the world came as a customer...
