Husband Sends Me to Learn to be a Maid

Because I was feeling unwell and couldn't attend my husband's childhood sweetheart's birthday party, my husband accused me of being overly sensitive and sent me to Mexico to train me to be as obedient as a maid.

But he doesn't know that I've been living like an animal here.

To survive, I've become the lowest of the low. During the day, I'm put on display for tourists. At night, I have to service men. Even the janitors can find pleasure with my body.

A year later, my husband brings me home, very pleased to see how obedient I've become.

He takes me to attend my father-in-law's 60th birthday celebration.

Seeing trash on the floor, I instinctively grab a broom to clean it up. When someone's clothes get stained with wine, I kneel down and wipe it with a towel using a servant's etiquette. My husband becomes furious, "I only told you to learn from maids, did you have to go this far to disgust me?"

At that moment, someone accidentally brushes against my thigh. I tremble in fear and instinctively start to undo my clothes.

My husband is devastated.