It was the one night in a month that Timothy Grant and I could be intimate.I accidentally let out a soft gasp, and all desire faded from his cold eyes. He said, "Josie, you broke the rules."He quickly pulled away, threw on a bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom. Left alone on the bed, I closed my eyes in shame and embarrassment.Everything had changed three years ago, after our first child passed away. Back then, under the pretext of laying her soul to rest, Timothy had built a private chapel in our villa, where incense would burn year-round as he prayed to the heavens.He said those who were religious had to avoid indulgence, and he limited our intimacy to once a month at most. That wasn't all, though. I wasn't allowed to make any indecent sounds during our time together, lest it offend the sacred.Even though I was only 25 and had needs, I could only comply with his rules.…Timothy left the house in the middle of the night.Not long after, I got a call from my best friend,
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