Thirteen years ago, I gave in to the strong advances of my husband, who is seven years older than me, and got married. But after marriage, he was always busy with work, leaving almost no time for us to truly connect. He would leave for the office before 7 a.m. and return home past 10 p.m., and we rarely had a chance to spend quality time together. Our sex life was limited to two or three times a month, lasting only ten to twenty minutes each. One day, his phone rang, and I saw a message from an unknown woman that read, "When can we meet~" with a heart symbol attached. When I confronted him, he simply replied, "It's work-related." Unable to forgive his lie, I stormed out of the house, jumping into my car without even properly dressing. I was only wearing bikini panties and a sleeveless dress, not even a bra. After driving for about thirty minutes, I parked at a municipal park lot. It was past 11 p.m., and loneliness overwhelmed me—I thought about going home many times, but couldn't bring myself to do it, just sitting there lost in thought. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the window. Turning, I saw two men. "What are you doing here alone at this hour? If you're bored, wanna go to karaoke?" After a brief hesitation, I agreed, driven by loneliness. I followed them on their motorcycle to a karaoke box. We sang for about two hours before leaving. As we talked, they suggested checking out a nice view, so we drove off together. We arrived at a wide, open parking lot with a beautiful night sky and stars. Then, the passenger seat reclined, and one of the men suddenly lunged at me. I tried to push him off, but it was useless—he unzipped my dress, exposing my upper body. "No bra? Nice tits~" they said, as both men pinned me down, stripping me to just my panties. No matter how much I protested or resisted, I was quickly overpowered, completely helpless. Looking back, maybe part of me had hoped this would happen. Afterward, I stayed alone at a city hotel and returned home early the next morning. Still reeling from yesterday's events and my husband's lies, I was filled with confusion and regret. I couldn't help but think—everything would be fine if we truly loved each other. Smiling gently, she said that being here now was only possible because of her husband's understanding.