My husband grew more and more disgusted with me after I gave birth. “It just feels boring now. I’m not interested at all.” Every single time we finished, that was what he said. Slowly, he became colder, more impatient, completely uninterested in me. “Why don’t you go see my brother? He’s the best gynecologist in the field. Maybe he can help you. Besides, he lives right next door.” “What are you talking about? You want me to go to your brother? You know—” Before I could finish, he cut me off coldly. “The way you are now honestly makes me sick.” Then he slammed the door and walked out. As I cried quietly to myself, I suddenly heard voices coming from next door—his brother and sister-in-law. Cole’s deep, powerful voice echoed through the wall, and my heart trembled instantly. I slowly closed my eyes. “Cole… I need you.” As I drowned in fantasies about him, the bedroom door suddenly opened. “Were you looking for me?” Cole stood at the doorway. When he saw me lying naked on the bed, he froze for a second before slowly walking toward me.