Married for 15 years, my life with my husband has been peaceful, though we’ve never been blessed with children. Still, a quiet emptiness lingered within me, growing stronger each day. My sex life with my husband had long since faded into distant memory. Driven by an uncontrollable desire, I committed the sin of shoplifting. The deeper my guilt grew, the more fulfilled I felt inside. This act soon became a habit—until I was caught by the store manager. Using threats and coercion, he demanded my body. And so, I was pulled further into the depths of sin…