Chapter 1

My wife Lydia and I worked in a private office belonging to a family from UAE after graduating from university. It was a small office of eight that was also staffed by six foreigners. It was not unusual for rich foreigners to open an office in Singapore as a way of diversifying their source of wealth. Lydia was the only Singaporean female in the office while I was the only Singaporean male. Everyone got along fine and I must say, I really enjoyed working in the company, especially so as it was the place where I first got together with Lydia. Perhaps being the only two locals in the company made it easier for us to gravitate towards each other. We started dating within five months of knowing each other and soon enough, with the blessing of our boss, Sheikh Rashid, we got married. We knew how sensitive these issues could be when it came to working in a small office, but thankfully, Sheikh Rashid was very cool about it. As long as our work was not affected, he was fine with staff dating each other.

At first glance, Lydia was someone who looked near impossible to approach. Allow me to give you a glimpse of what kind of woman she was. She attended an all girls’ school from Primary to Secondary, and she was properly brought up by a strict family. In university, not only was she active in gymnastics, she was also a cheerleader. In fact, if you went on TikTok or searched for some keywords on YouTube, you would surely see some of Lydia’s training videos. Videos of her balancing on her teammates while her spotters and base looked up at her smooth hairless legs disappearing up into her short training shorts were a dime a dozen.

While everyone looked as if they really were looking out for her safety, I could tell that their minds were drifting towards somewhere else. Her legs, her toned thighs, the ways her shorts flared up and revealed her safety shorts within, her colourful sports bra and those specks of perspiration on her healthy skin. Those were the things that her friends and teammates were really looking at. Her perspiration-soaked sports bra, her underarms glistening with sweat, the matted fringe on her forehead and that tight core of hers, those were the reasons why everyone was clamouring to help her when she fell. All of them wanted to cop a feel of her body. It didn’t matter if it was a graze of her thigh or a quick rub of her arm. Their attention was always on Lydia. She was blessed with naturally long eyelashes, big round eyes and the chic oriental features that one would expect from a modern Singaporean woman. Lydia’s only shortcoming would be her breasts. They were a modest ‘B’ cup and I would love it if they were a bit bigger. Other than that, she was practically perfect in every way. All of these factors made her so desirable that hardly a week went by without her getting hit on by strangers on the street.

Lydia had a long line of suitors, from classmates as far back as Junior college, to seniors within the same faculty at university. Everyone wanted Lydia and she was always the centre of attention. Lydia was the prim and proper girl every guy wanted to bring home to their parents, and I considered myself really lucky to be the man that succeeded. I was Lydia’s first boyfriend and we gave each other our virginities on our wedding night. We followed the standard ‘rules’, a proposal, followed by balloting for a government flat, then the wedding banquet and the honeymoon. We checked off all the boxes and I had never been happier in my life. But just when I thought everything was set for a happy ending for Lydia and me, something happened. Our lives fell into a downward spiral and like sinking into quicksand, it was a spiral that we could not get out of. What made things worse was that I was there every step of the way. I was there beside my wife when she was slowly forced into situations she didn’t want to be in. I was there to witness her transformation from a petite and sweet girl next door, into a sexy vixen that craved sex and accepted her role as an Arabian cum dump.