Chapter 1 — Hot Reunion
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.
Heat surged deep into my body, mingling with fear. At the same time, something unfamiliar stirred within me, and my face burned red.
It was true—my husband demanded sex endlessly every night, but I always held back, avoiding it. I had seen sex as nothing more than a means to conceive a child, never once experiencing real pleasure.
My husband mocked me, calling me a frigid woman. He complained that making love to me was like hugging a log. He even said it disgusted him, the way my body responded.
And at the root of it all was the assault I’d suffered in my second year of high school. Even now, the memory sent chills down my spine. That day, working late at the delivery office, I’d accepted a ride home from Kim, the driver, the last one to leave. Kindly, he said, he’d take me all the way—only to bring me to his house instead.
There, the man I trusted forced himself on me. I endured what happened next in pain. I endured three abortions afterward. Since then, sex had become an eternal terror.
But recently, on my way home from a friend’s house, I ran into him again. Now a company owner, his hair streaked with gray, he greeted me warmly, calling my name with a smile.
When he suggested a drink, I followed him to a restaurant. The moment his hand touched mine, something stirred in me—my body, repressed for so many years, reacted in ways I did not understand.
Walking from the restaurant to the motel, I was acutely aware of how my body betrayed me. The moment the motel room door clicked shut, he pushed me onto the bed and kissed me. I should have stopped him. I knew I should have stopped him.
After that day, my life completely changed. The moment my husband and children left the house, I went to his place. There, I cooked for him, washed his dishes, cleaned his home—feeling, for the first time, like I truly belonged, like I was his.
Now I know. I know what he took from me that day. And I know how deeply it has wounded me… In his presence, every day, I am reminded of what I lost.