The church was silent after dark. Rebecca knelt in the front pew. At 31, she was the picture of a devoted wife. But tonight, her marriage was crumbling, and her body burned with needs her husband could no longer satisfy.
The side door opened. Pastor Elijah Kane stepped into the sanctuary. At 34, he was young, charismatic, and dangerously handsome and had a voice that commanded both souls and secret desires.
“Rebecca,” he said softly, closing the distance. “You asked for private counsel. Tell me what burdens your heart.”
She stood on shaky legs and followed him to the front of the church. When they reached the altar, she broke.
“My husband… he doesn’t touch me anymore,” she confessed, tears slipping down her cheeks. “It’s been almost a year. I feel so empty. So sinful for even wanting m
