Seven years ago, even before and after marriage, I couldn't shake my spending addiction, secretly piling up debts without my husband's knowledge. I quietly managed my income to repay them, but as my financial situation worsened, debt collectors began showing up during the day when my husband was away. As a repayment option, the collectors suggested I sell my body. I didn't have to work at a brothel—instead, I could do it at home during the day, keeping it hidden from my husband. At first, things went smoothly, but one day, my husband's younger brother discovered the truth. This revelation shattered all my secrets and triggered a new series of problems.
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