I haven't been touched by my husband in half a year. Between us, a deep, wordless rift had quietly formed. Every night, he would lay me down on the bed, turn my back toward him, and fall asleep in heavy silence. Perhaps, to him, I was no longer a woman. Feeling this distance, I was eventually violated by my father-in-law. His passionate kisses lingered in my heart, and from that day on, I began secretly meeting him behind my husband's back. My affair with him only widened the gap with my husband, bringing new inner turmoil. This relationship with my father-in-law became both a ray of hope and a source of anguish. As my bond with him grew stronger, my connection with my husband drifted even further away, making our marriage increasingly complex and strained.