In the second year of our marriage, our love was nurturing...or so we thought. My husband's mother was hospitalized, and for a while I had to live with my father-in-law, who I didn't get along with. He would wander around naked after a bath, and peek at me while I was bathing, which left me feeling confused. He pretended to be nice to me as I did the housework, but suddenly he attacked me. Many things crossed my mind, and my resistance weakened, and I was raped. There was no way I could bring myself to tell my beloved husband, and I had to endure my father-in-law's escalating demands...