Helpless Housewife: No Way to Fight Back

I was named Lorelei Ellwood. I was 30 years old and a full-time housewife.

My husband, Caspian Birch, was not only dashing but also incredibly gentle. He doted on me constantly and refused to let me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance.

He indulged my every whim, no matter how unreasonable, and went above and beyond to satisfy my material needs. His devotion made everyone around me green with envy.

However, I carried a secret I couldn't tell anyone. None of them knew that Caspian was impotent.

Every time I tried to initiate anything, he would come up with all sorts of excuses to turn me down. To add insult to injury, he even went so far as to buy me a bunch of toys and told me to take care of them on my own.

On the day of our wedding anniversary, I wore a sultry black lace number. Looking in the mirror, my fair skin glowed against the dark fabric. My curves were on full display, and with every glance and smile, I exuded the charm of a mature woman.

I even wore perfume in an effort to save my marriage. Leaning against his chest, I did my best to be alluring. With a flirtatious pout and a heart-racing pose, I breathed, "Darling, can we do it to—"

To my dismay, the moment the words left my mouth, he doused the flame I'd just kindled. "Lorelei, I'm wiped out from work every day. If you're sexually frustrated, go play with yourself in the bathroom and stop bothering me while I'm trying to sleep."

Unwilling to give up, I deliberately leaned closer, tears shimmering in my eyes. "B-But I'm a woman… I have those needs as well!"

As soon as my words fell, Caspian abruptly got out of bed. Hugging his blanket, he spat out, "I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight."

The emotions I had suppressed for such a long time completely erupted at that moment. I gently bit my lip as tears cascaded down my cheeks.

I'd lived like a nun for a year now. Was this what the rest of my life looked like?

I couldn't accept that. If things didn't change, I'd lose my mind.

With that thought in mind, I ignored the bewildered look on his face and marched into the bathroom. As if no one else was in the vicinity, I reached into the drawer and pulled out one of the toys inside.

In no time, my moans filled the air… I couldn't care less about Caspian's reaction, as all that mattered was my own release.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I eventually walked out with a newfound glow. I stood at the entrance barefoot and caught him peering at me from the guest bedroom.

The realization sent a tingling sensation from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head. It was a thrill even more intense than the one I had just experienced.

So I deliberately lay face down on the couch, making sure my rear was perfectly framed by the doorway. I idly swung my legs, enjoying the cool breeze against my skin.

At 2:00 am, I heard the sound of rustling footsteps in the living room. My heart leaped with joy. Could it be that my plan had actually worked?

To my disappointment, Caspian only had a blanket in his hands. He draped it over me before turning around and leaving without another word.

I was so incensed that I stayed awake all night.

…

The following day, the moment he left for work, I received a message from my best friend, Sophia Linden. "So, how was your date night? Did everything go as planned?"

I still remembered how, in the second year after graduation, Sophia had struggled to find a suitable job. I had personally referred her to Caspian's company, where she started as a junior staff member.

It had killed two birds with one stone—it solved her job search woes, and it gave me a set of eyes at the office. After all, successful men were always surrounded by women who threw themselves at them.

So, I felt reassured knowing that someone I trusted was by Caspian's side.