"K, I told you, just let it go. I didn't tell you that so you can come here and make a scandal," I ask her to leave feeling uncomfortable with all the eyes prying on us from the other side of this thin glass wall with curtain blinds.

"Are you kidding Avery, you've been raped. Even spouses could go to jail because of marital rape. That fucking Seid, portraying as a gentleman, well, in fact, nurturing some seeds of Satan inside his crotch," she endlessly curses at Seid with her eyes trembling in anger. I look down and say nothing. Instead, I pull her hand asking her to stand up...