Silent Domestic Violence

4

Cathy burst into laughter and said, "Your reaction is hilarious. Don't look down upon my job. I used to be the No.1 salesperson of our nightclub."

"Isn't it called the top salesperson?"

"That doesn't matter," said Cathy, rolling her eyes at me, "Anyway, I used to be a rich person as well. But don't get me wrong. I only sold wine and not my body. I could earn at least three or five thousand dollars one night back then. Men all liked my pretty face, and the money came as easy as a pie. But things have changed now. I got married and work in a shabby shopping mall as a shop assistant. I can only earn five thousand or six thousand dollars a month, not even enough to buy clothes. It's pointless."

"Do you still..." It could be seen that Cathy was still obsessed with her past.

"Not anymore. What else can I do? Things have changed. The nightclub has been closed." Cathy smoothed her hair, rubbed the corners of her eyes, tilted her head, and sighed.