A few years into our marriage, I was consumed by work and ignored my indifferent husband, leading to dull and unhappy days. One day, while shopping, I committed the crime of shoplifting. The first time I stole something, I felt guilty, but that illicit thrill gradually turned into pleasure. A few days later, when I repeated the same crime at the same store, I was caught by the manager, who threatened to tell my husband and demanded sex from me. Thus, I tasted the flavor of sin once again…
