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I always felt my husband was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate, Parker only used his hands. Eventually, I gave up and decided to set him free. But the night before printing the divorce papers, I overheard him with his friends. “Why not touch your wife? She’s right there,” one said. “Nora might run off if you keep holding back.” Parker sipped his whiskey. “You don’t understand. She’s delicate. What if I scare her?” His voice deepened. “She’s my wife. I must cherish her. If she finds what I can’t give elsewhere… fine. As long as she comes home to me.” His friends laughed. “Then why secretly Google everything?” That night, I checked Parker’s history—99 searches, all variations of: “I finally married the girl I love, but I have a kink. How do I not scare her away?”