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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

"During this time apart, I've realized that you're the one I love most. I miss you so much."


"Life without you is unbearable. Let's reconcile."


His deep, magnetic voice was filled with tenderness, easily captivating anyone who heard it.


At that moment, my eyes were clear and unmoved by his words.


Emotions that come too late are worth less than grass.


Asher, thinking my silence meant I was touched, leaned in to kiss me.


Fighting back my nausea, I raised my leg and kicked hard at his inner thigh.


Asher immediately let go, wincing in pain.


Mindful of the onlookers, his pride kept him from clutching his lower body.


"Don't come here acting pathetic when you've got nothing better to do. You disgust me."


After throwing those words at him, I quickly walked into the neighborhood without looking back.


Asher, in too much pain to walk properly, desperately called out from behind:


"If you're looking for work, my studio's always open to you. Our daughter misses you too."


Chapter 7