Chapter 1

My husband actually encouraged me to sleep with another man, claiming it was the only way to turn him on.

Step by step, he coaxed me into indulging his twisted fantasy.

Yet the moment I actually crossed the line, he pulled off his mask and turned on me.

Only then did I realize that the whole thing had been a meticulously planned trap from the very beginning…

Seven years into our marriage, my husband rarely touched me anymore.

It had dwindled to maybe once every month or two.

At first, I thought he was just exhausted from work, burnt out mentally and physically.

Later, I realized that even during those rare moments, he was completely detached, just going through the motions.

I finally accepted the harsh truth: after years together, the initial spark between us was dead.

Just when I thought passionate love was something I’d never experience again for the rest of my life…

A sheer accident reignited a wild, long-lost fire between us—stronger and more intense than ever before.

That night after dinner, both of us took showers and sat in the living room watching TV.

My phone chimed.

It was a link sent by my best friend, Rachel.

She had attached a quick note: "Huge surprise! Watch it fast before it gets deleted."

I caught on instantly.

This was an unspoken little secret between Rachel and me.

They say women hit their sexual peak in their thirties. With my husband barely ever touching me, I had to satisfy my biological needs in secret.

And in times like that, a spicy clip usually did the trick.

I stole a glance at Logan. He was glued to the TV, completely oblivious.

"I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late!"

Guilt gnawed at me. Mumbling those words, my heart pounding, I slipped off the couch and headed to the bedroom.

I dimmed the lights, hid under the duvet, plugged in my AirPods, and opened the link.

It was indeed a leaked homemade video.

My breath hitched in an instant. A tingling sensation shot through my lower abdomen, sending ripples of heat through my veins.

These kinds of leaked, raw videos were usually short, but they felt so incredibly real.

Unlike overproduced adult films, this had that forbidden thrill of peeking through a keyhole.

The clip was barely seven or eight minutes long, but the content was wild, pushing me into a state of excitement I had never felt before.

It seemed like a hidden camera recording. From the dialogue, it was clear that the woman was married and secretly meeting up with someone to chase a rush behind her husband’s back.

The thrill was intoxicating. Before I knew it, I was completely lost in it.

Right when I was on the edge, the bedroom door suddenly swung wide open.

Logan walked in.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, I let out a sharp shriek.

My cheeks flushed crimson in pure embarrassment, and I scrambled to bury myself under the covers.

"What are you watching? Let me see…"

Logan had clearly figured out what I was doing, and his curiosity was piqued.

Before I could protest, he snatched my phone, disconnected my AirPods, and turned the speaker on.

"Is this woman cheating on her husband?"

Hearing just a couple lines of dialogue, Logan’s eyes widened, and his breathing turned heavy and ragged.

My eyes lit up. In that split second, I realized I might have just stumbled upon my husband’s ultimate turn-on…

We watched the rest of the clip together.

That night, Logan was wilder than he had ever been, even back when we were dating. It felt like we were young, reckless, and deeply infatuated all over again.

Afterward, Logan lit a cigarette, hesitating as if he had something on his mind.

Puzzled, I asked, "Babe, is there… something you want to tell me?"