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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

However, my daughter and I were still knocked to the ground.


Asher's mom straddled me, spewing vulgar profanities while raining blows on both of us.


Asher rushed over in long strides, pulling his mother off.


Shamelessly, Asher's mom threw herself on the ground, kicking and screaming.


"I can't go on! The son I raised with my blood and sweat is protecting a stranger!"


"He won't even marry because of this useless hen. What sin did our family commit to be cursed with this trash?"


"Don't stop me! Let me end it all, I don't want to live anymore!"


It was a busy Saturday afternoon, and curious neighbors poured out to gawk at the spectacle.


The larger the crowd grew, the more animated Asher's mom became, her shrieks escalating.


After several failed attempts to calm his mother, Asher came to check on my daughter and me.


Used to farm work, Asher's mom packed quite a punch. Every inch of my body ached.


My daughter, shielded in my arms, was mostly unharmed but gasping between sobs.


Chapter 10