My husband went on a business trip alone, leaving me at home with our son Kento. We were living peacefully when one day Kento invited his classmates over, saying they were friends. Unfortunately, the homemade cookies I served caused them to get food poisoning. Later, when they came to our house, I apologized numerous times, but they wouldn't forgive me. Instead, they demanded that I become theirs, and from that day on, my days of being ●●●● began...
