Revenge for my evil student

I was once adored by many as the epitome of the perfect teacher, someone idealized like Eleanor. But the very student I was determined to help drugged me, and while I was drifting in and out of consciousness, calling out for my husband, he slipped his hand under my shirt. Afterwards, he shamelessly bragged about it, spreading our intimate video far and wide.

“What's so special about Eleanor? I’ve already had her, and she’s just average.”

I fell from grace, from being praised by everyone to being dragged through the mud.