A year after our marriage, we moved into my husband's house to live with his father. He had been eagerly anticipating a grandchild, but she hadn't conceived, and our sex life gradually decreased. He observed all of this, and one day he suddenly attacked me. From that day on, we continued this relationship for a year, then two. Gradually, my body began to crave the pleasure my father-in-law provided. Four years passed just like that…