Chapter 1

I have been working as a professional organizer for three years. Today, I received an anonymous booking.

The moment I stepped into the client's apartment, I froze. Sex toys and intimate items were scattered all over the place. The scene was incredibly messy and suggestive.

The young man standing in the living room rubbed his neck, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry about the mess," he said. "Please don't mind it. My girlfriend is just... way too clingy."

Then, he started complaining, though his tone was filled with a mix of helplessness and bragging:

"Her sex drive is off the charts. She just can't keep her hands off me. Last time, we were literally in the middle of dinner when she suddenly jumped me."

"At night, she wears me out completely. I'm always the one who's exhausted the next morning. I told her to tone it down, but she claims it's just her way of showing love."

Looking at the chaotic, intimate mess in the room, a sudden chill ran down my spine.

My fiancée, Sarah, had been with me for three whole years, but she was incredibly cold.

She never allowed me to get close to her.

I pushed down the bitter disappointment in my heart and got ready to start cleaning. Just then, the man's phone rang.

He grinned and showed me the screen. "See? Speak of the devil. She’s calling me again."

The caller ID displayed one clear name: Sarah.

I completely froze. Wasn't that... my fiancée?