It took me a whole week before I could finally make out the face of my sham husband, Jack, who was standing here. He seemed to be a college student and was dressed in pants and a shirt of a lighter shade than the rest of the group. As he strolled nonchalantly inside my temporary home, a sweater slung over his shoulders could be seen.

His black eyes were fixed on me as he smiled courteously at me. "You must be Danika." He extended his hand in the direction of mine with the aim of shaking hands with me. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

During that moment, I...