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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

With one week remaining until the end of the divorce cooling-off period, Asher and Sarah took my daughter to an amusement park and even captured a family portrait.


In the past, when I asked Asher to accompany me and our daughter to the amusement park, he'd say he didn't want to go out on his rare day off.


Now, with Sarah, he's willing to brave the crowds at the amusement park.


Seeing that family photo of the three of them, I can only laugh at the irony.


My husband and daughter took a family portrait with another woman.


In ten years of marriage, they never took one with me.


As more and more photos are updated on social media, my heart grows colder.


Forget it. I don't want Asher or my daughter anymore.


I need to focus on living my best life.


I've pretty much packed up everything that belongs to me.


Whatever I can take with me, I will. What I can't, I've already thrown away.


On the last day of the divorce cooling-off period.


Asher updated his social media with wedding photos of him and Sarah.


Our daughter, dressed in a pretty little dress, played the role of flower girl in the wedding photos.


In the pictures, the three of them are smiling sweetly.


They look as intimate as a family of three.


At that moment, I had just shipped off my belongings.


When I saw this social media post, I no longer felt any pain in my heart.


Even a sense of dust settling brought a feeling of relief - they had finally ended up together.


Asher had told me Sarah was a landscape photographer, and he didn't want her to give up her dreams.


That's why he chose to marry me instead.


I always thought I could warm up the iceberg, that one day the ice would melt for me.


Thankfully, I'm not too late to let go now.


I'm only thirty-two, I still have plenty of time to focus on myself.


On the day we got our divorce certificate, Asher handed me a wedding invitation outside the civil affairs office.


"Just shake your head, and we won't get divorced."


"You can still change your mind, Vivienne. This is the last chance I'm giving you."


Sarah, standing behind Asher, jerked her head up at his words, her eyes revealing anxiety and anticipation.


The wedding invitation prominently displayed Asher and Sarah's wedding photo.


Although I knew they would get married eventually, my heart still painfully constricted, and my breathing quickened.


Chapter 4