I had almost forgotten that I was not only a wife and a mother, but also a woman—until this young man reminded me. My relationship with him wasn't something that betrayed my husband or son, at least not in intention. But there was nothing I could do. Drawn in by his kindness and warmth, I lost myself in the days spent being held by him again and again, gradually forgetting who I truly was. Guilt toward my husband and son haunted me constantly, yet I couldn't stop seeing him, and slowly, he took complete control over my heart. Before I knew it, a hidden, depraved side of me had awakened, fueling an insatiable craving for pleasure until I no longer recognized myself. My future, my responsibilities—none of it mattered anymore.