Gift-Wrapped in Desire: My Husband's Betrayal

Chapter 1

My body is unbearably sensitive. Just the lightest touch from a man unsettles me, sending ripples through my senses, sometimes… something more. Because of this sensitivity, my husband has started to see me as something he can simply hand off, like a gift or a present.My name is Desiree Lockhart, and I've been married for two years. My husband is a well-paid executive at a medical equipment company, and our life is comfortable—at least financially. But there's something about me, this sensitivity, that can make even a fleeting brush of contact feel like an electric charge. Back before we were married, my husband was utterly infatuated by this trait of mine. But after the wedding, it seems his excitement wore thin. Over time, what began as eagerness dwindled to mere duty; he'd go through the motions, but always with a kind of detachment that left me feeling empty and alone. Now, his touch barely satisfies the surface, let alone the depths of my longing.One day, after browsi...