After fifteen years of marriage, despite not having children, I lived a peaceful life with my honest husband. Peaceful as it may sound, for me it was just boring days. I can't even remember the last time we had sex. So I started shoplifting. The more I thought about how wrong it was, the more satisfied I felt. The frequency increased day by day, and eventually, I got caught by the store manager. He threatened me and demanded my body. And so, I tasted an even deeper sin…
