The sensation of being passionately loved by a man again after so long shook my heart deeply, painfully. Even though he was my own flesh and blood, my feelings could not be stopped. After that, I pursued my son like a woman reclaiming forgotten days, driven by pure feminine desire. Knowing it was a sin against God, I still chose to taste the forbidden fruit—not out of mere impulse, but out of a desperate longing for a woman's happiness.