A few years after I got married to my husband, I decided to start a long-awaited cooking class with the funds I saved steadily. It was a month before the opening, and things were progressing smoothly, but the security deposit was successfully taken away due to a clever lie by the person in charge. I didn't want to cause trouble and worry to my husband, so I decided to have the landlord wait for payment for a month and work at a night shop. I endured the shameful days until I had enough money, but the man I didn't want to meet the most came as a customer.