Sarah, a 28-year-old married woman, was at the peak of her sexual desire.

She always looked forward to her husband coming home, but lately, he was all show and no go.

That evening at seven, her husband finished quickly, packed his bags, and left for a business trip.

She didn't complain, but her face was pale, and she looked nervously at the text messages on her phone.

"Sarah, on the evening of July 23rd, did you get a room with a man named Alex?"

"I have your hotel records. If you want to sort this out, make sure to wear something provocative and come to Lotus Apartment, Building 1, Fifth Floor, tonight at 8 PM."

Seeing these two messages, Sarah trembled all over.

That day, due to issues with her marital intimacy, Sarah had gone to her best friend Chloe to confide.

Chloe was having a party with her colleagues at the time, and Sarah drank a lot. When she woke up, she found herself in a hotel bed with one of Chloe's male colleagues, and the sheets were sticky.

Sarah clutched her head, filled with regret.

Although her and her husband's sex life wasn't satisfying, their marital relationship had been good for six years, and they had a five-year-old son, Leo. She couldn't let her mistake ruin her family and make Leo a child from a single-parent home; she would never allow it.

She tried her best to remain calm, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind. She got up and took a hot shower, then put on a white blouse and a pencil skirt.

She also specifically prepared a can of pepper spray and put it in her bag. Taking a deep breath, she set off.

She hailed a taxi at the complex gate, and forty minutes later, she finally reached her destination, an old apartment complex from the eighties.

Sarah got out, paid the fare, and cautiously went upstairs.

The person lived on the fifth floor. The old complex had no elevator, so she climbed floor by floor, her heart growing more nervous as she neared the fifth floor.

Finally, she reached the door. She tried to suppress her unease, took a deep breath, and knocked.

Soon, the door opened, and a short, dark, obese man stood at the entrance. Seeing Sarah in her white blouse and pencil skirt, his eyes lit up, and he smiled lecherously.

Sarah's face instantly changed, and she exclaimed, "It's you!"

Sarah knew this person. She never dreamed that the man threatening her would be Larry, that greasy, fat fishmonger from the market.

He was ugly, fat, smelled of fish, and she utterly detested him!

Every time Sarah went to the market, she would notice him lecherously staring at her, which always disgusted her, making her keep her distance.

Larry chuckled, his eyes scanning Sarah’s ample chest and the long, smooth legs beneath her pencil skirt. "Sarah, you're looking really hot today. Come on in."