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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 gently knocked on the door next door, trying hard to suppress the pain in my heart.


A series of footsteps sounded, and Sarah opened the door, her clothes slightly disheveled.


As soon as she saw me, her face was full of shock and pity.


"Sis, why are your eyes so swollen? Come in quickly, let me get you some ice."


I was forcefully pulled by her to sit on the couch.


Seeing Sarah bustling around for me, Asher stood up and accused me of putting on an act.


"Vivienne, who are you trying to get sympathy from by making yourself look like this? Don't embarrass me here, go home and take that makeup off right now."


Hearing his almost cold tone, I was so upset that my whole body was shaking.


Last night was far more than just a sleepless night.


I sat on the edge of the bed and cried all night watching Asher, my eyes swelling up like walnuts.


I kept questioning myself if I wasn't good enough, if I wasn't pretty enough, and that's why Asher always had Sarah on his mind.


At one point, I was so distraught that I wanted to jump off the balcony and end it all.


In the end, I was awakened by the throbbing pain in my heart, collapsing on the floor and crying helplessly.


Sarah, whom I had only met a few times, immediately noticed something was off about me.


After sharing a bed for ten years, Asher believed I was putting on makeup and acting to gain sympathy.


Did he stop loving me, or had he never loved me at all?


His stark difference in attitude towards me and Sarah made it clear it was the latter.


Heartbroken, I couldn't hold back anymore and slapped Asher across the face.


"Asher, let's get divorced. I don't care which woman you like from now on."


After telling him when to meet at the civil affairs office, I turned and left without looking back.


Sarah rushed out of the kitchen, following me to explain: "Sis, don't misunderstand..."


Asher pulled her behind him protectively, responding coldly:


"What's there to explain to her? If she wants a divorce, fine. Who would want a worthless woman like Vivienne anyway?"


I glanced at the two of them pressed tightly together, then closed the door with a blank expression.


It's me who doesn't want you anymore, Asher.


Chapter 2