After he had showered, he looked me in the eyes and told me that I was not a woman of chastity. My chest constricted with anguish. Choking on my tears, I asked him if he thought I was a slut who goes around sleeping with many people. I told him I was not a whore! He reached down in his pocket and pulled out a handful of cash, and threw it at me. I was shocked and revolted at his disgusting gesture. I felt so humiliated and degraded. I sobbed the entire day for the loss of my purity and indeed, my entire self. My life would never be the same from that point onwards.
I had lost a gift that I had wanted to present to my husband on my wedding night.

It took me a few days to gather myself and call a friend to confide in her about what had happened. I told her I had been raped by my fiancé and that I was scared that I might become pregnant. Having grown up with fairly conservative ideas and values, I knew that I would have no choice but to marry him if I was pregnant. My friend advised me to keep it confidential and took me to her doctor. If I mentioned anything, it would become a criminal case. How was I going to deal with the shame in our society? Who would believe me that I have been raped? How would I prove it was rape since it happened in my bedroom? I was scared and confused.