After getting married for several years, I was living a monotonous and far from happy life with my husband, who was obsessed with work and indifferent to everything else. One day, while shopping, I found myself committing the crime of shoplifting. At first, I felt guilt for stealing, but that illicit thrill gradually turned into a pleasure. A few days later, when I repeated the crime at the same store, I was caught by the manager, who threatened to tell my husband and demanded my body. I had tasted the sin once again...
