At first, my husband and I had a wonderful relationship—we went on frequent dates, he stayed over at my parents' house, and we made many happy memories together. Since he had lived with his parents before marriage, he promised me we'd move out after getting married. But then his mother said, "While you're young, live with us and save money," so the two of us ended up living in his parents' home. That's when I realized several terrible truths. First, my mother-in-law held absolute power in the household. My husband adored her and was a total mama's boy. Second, my mother-in-law was a malicious old hag who doted on her son so much that she saw me, his wife, as an enemy. Third, my father-in-law pretended to side with me, but only so he could sexually harass me freely. This entire family was despicable, and I fell into despair, wondering how I could survive in this household and who I could possibly trust. I kept enduring it, believing that if we could just leave the house, things would go back to how they were before—but my mother-in-law wouldn't allow it, trapping us in a vicious cycle. Over time, I began growing closer to my father-in-law. As revenge against my cruel mother-in-law and my mother-obsessed husband, my illicit affair with the clingy father-in-law started to feel increasingly liberating. A year later, my father-in-law died from illness. With my only ally gone, I was forced to confront how I would survive—and the decision I ultimately made...