Upon hearing that, James Leeson passionately gave me a French kiss, then he helped straighten my clothes, and we left the break room one after the other.

When I got home, I saw my husband lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking carefree. My feelings were all over the place.

That night, I kept thinking: my husband doesn't even want to touch me anymore. Why did he marry me in the first place?

We met through a blind date arranged by our ...