Every day, I found myself going out even though I had no real reason to. More than the guilt of betraying my husband, I felt a stronger desire to reaffirm my identity as a woman. Driven by this emotion, I continued aimlessly wandering day after day. Surely, I must have walked the streets with a lustful expression, hoping not to be recognized. It wasn't merely dissatisfaction that propelled me, but a single-minded longing to meet a man who would passionately desire me as a woman, and it was with this thought that I lived each day.