In our second year of marriage, we and my husband were steadily developing love...that was supposed to be. My husband's mother was hospitalized and for a while, I ended up living with my stepfather, who I didn't like. After taking a bath, I wandered naked and peered at the bath again, and my stepfather confused me. I pretended to be troubling me for doing housework, but my stepfather suddenly attacked me. As many things crossed my mind, my resistance gradually weakened and I was raped. I couldn't tell my beloved husband, and I was at the escalating demands of my father-in-law...