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On our tenth wedding anniversary, I wanted my husband, who is a photographer, to take a set of boudoir photos for me.
He refused, claiming he only knew how to photograph babies.
That evening, I helped my drunk husband back to his own room.
A portrait photo album fell to the floor.
It was full of boudoir photos of his childhood sweetheart.
When I confronted him, my husband accused me of making a big deal out of nothing, and our daughter didn't understand my reaction either.
Late that night, I saw a photo of the three of them together on his childhood sweetheart's social media.
The caption read: "Taking a break, getting ready to start the next chapter of life."
On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband took our child out to be with another woman.
I finally realized he had been deceiving me for ten years.

Photographer Husband Only Takes Boudoir Photos for His Mistress

I glanced at Asher, rejecting him with a mocking smile.


"I don't care what you've come up with, I'm not going to fall for you again."


"If you're doing this just to get me back to the studio to help out, you can forget it. I'm not going back."


Asher quickly denied this, insisting that he was doing all this because he loved me and genuinely wanted to reconcile.


I didn't respond, just pointed to the door for him to leave.


Asher stood his ground, refusing to move, and then suggested we go out for Buffalo wings tonight.


"Enough, Asher. If you were sincerely trying to win me back, you'd at least make an effort to know what I like."


"I don't eat frog legs, I don't like flowers, and I don't like plain porridge. You're the one who likes porridge."


Asher had repeatedly hit my nerves today, and I was genuinely angry now.


All those years of marriage and he never paid attention to me, but now that we're divorced, he's suddenly clingy.


Chapter 9