A few years after marrying my husband, I finally decided to start my dream cooking school with the money I had saved up. With one month until the opening, things were going smoothly, but the person in charge cleverly lied and ran off with the deposit. Not wanting to cause my husband any trouble or worry, I asked my landlord to wait a month for payment and decided to work in a night club instead. I told myself that I would wait until I had saved up the money, and endured the days of shame, but then the man I hate most in the world showed up as a customer...