Bella Williams is starving.

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Her husband Blake hasn’t touched her in months — no , no kissing, not even a casual hand on her waist. Every toy she buys somehow breaks, disappears, or gets ruined. Every time she tries to take care of herself, something interrupts her. The need has become constant, heavy, and humiliating.

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Then the new neighbor moved in.

What starts as a desperate mistake quickly becomes the only relief she can find. But Bella is a terrible liar, drowning in guilt, and terrified of being caught. She comes home smelling like someone else, invents transparent excuses, and watches in horror as Blake softly believes every single one.

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She thinks she’s the only villain in the marriage. She has no idea how wrong she is.