It had been five years since I married my husband. At first, we enjoyed our days of love and romance, believing that mutual feelings mattered more than money. But as time passed, our life gradually became unsatisfying. On the outskirts of this rundown town, job opportunities were limited, and each day felt like a monotonous repetition. Our sex life had lost its passion too—no longer driven by desire, it had become a mere routine. Amidst all this, I began to feel resigned to the idea that I would grow old here, spending my entire life in this town.