Three years married to Henry Smith, and he's never stayed the night at home.
He won't even let me get pregnant with his child.
So I turned to a bar, found myself a younger guy, and played a game of truth or dare.
He went crazy with jealousy...
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Married to Henry Smith for three years, every time we fulfilled our marital duties, he always finished hastily.
He wouldn't give even a moment of tenderness in the bedroom.
I lay battered on the bed, watching his cold silhouette as he restored his impeccable appearance, ready to leave the bedroom once again.
Suffocating with heartache, I called out to him, "Can't you stay the night? I'm your wife, not your mistress!"
The man paused briefly, standing by the doorway, and coldly glanced back, "So what? I've given you what I should. What more do you want?"
What he meant by 'given' was just my status as his wife, without any emotion or love.