Lahat ng Kabanata ng Gift-Wrapped in Desire: My Husband's Betrayal: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

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

My upper body is entirely numb. I lie there completely helpless, unable to resist as Dr. Mason has his way with my body. My lovemaking sessions with my husband usually last mere minutes, but with Dr. Mason, it lasted an hour. Finally, after an hour, Dr. Mason lets out a loud groan, his body trembling as he reaches his final act. When he’s done and pulls up his trousers, I collapse onto the operating table, utterly spent.My husband doesn't spare me a second glance, instead, he turns to Dr. Mason with a beaming smile. "Dr. Mason, how was it?" Dr. Mason, still panting heavily, raises an eyebrow in satisfaction, "It was a very good experience." "And our deal?" Dr. Mason glances at me, a strange smile flickering across his face. "Let's discuss it in my office." Dr. Mason and my husband exit the operating room, leaving me alone on the cold operating table, utterly lost. Tears stream down my face as I recall my husband's expression. How humiliating!I never thought he would

On the third day of staying at my best friend's house, I keep expecting—hoping—that my husband will call, maybe offer an apology, or show even the slightest hint of remorse. Yet, his silence persists; not even a single message comes through.Each day stretches out like a lifetime, yet somehow, a week passes. Then, at last, my phone rings. It's him."Come back home," he says, his voice distant, stripped of warmth or contrition. Just a command—cold, detached."Why should I? Let's end this charade. Tomorrow, let's go to City Hall and finalize our divorce. I don't want to keep living like this."Silence falls over the line, heavy and endless, before he sighs. "Fine, no problem. But come back today. We'll talk about tomorrow when it comes."His indifference jolts through me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. He agrees so easily—as if I mean nothing. As if I'm disposable."Go to hell," I spit into the phone before cutting the line. My hands are trembling with a mix of anger and hur

The thought of those photos being exposed terrifies me. I am consumed by fear, and in a daze, I quietly agree to his demands. I agree to cooperate.For the next two weeks, I become a pawn in my husband's dealings. I travel between hospitals and high-end hotels in Reinwood, almost every night sleeping with the senior executives of the hospitals. I am no longer a wife, but a tool, helping him secure one deal after another, all in exchange for my husband's career.One night, as I sit on the couch with him, Anton wraps his arms around me."Honey, do you think you could persuade Mandy to...?"At the mention of my best friend's name, I am struck like a bolt of lightning. I push Anton away with all my strength.Shaking my head, I beg him, "I've already sunk this low, please don't drag Mandy into this. Please, I'm begging you."He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as if he's been holding it in for too long."It's not me. I didn't want this, you know that. It's them, I have no choice.