ManyWriters

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On our fifth wedding anniversary, Nash forcefully dragged me, who has a phobia of deep water, to go free diving so he could have a chance encounter with his childhood sweetheart.
When a massive sea creature approached, Nash snatched away my oxygen tank and abandoned me with my foot trapped in coral reef as he escaped with his childhood sweetheart.
After being rescued ashore, I, now a nervous wreck, begged Nash, who loves playing video games, to keep it down. Instead, I was forced to listen to their passionate lovemaking all night in the next room.
Nash blamed me for not being understanding enough, while my own mother advised me to learn to endure silently.
No one knew that on that night, I had already agreed to my advisor's offer to study abroad.
Nash, you'll never be able to catch up to me again.

My Husband Sent Me into the Sea to Feed the Fish

After much endurance, we finally made it through dinner with everyone. Upon returning to the hotel, a new dilemma arose.


"Please, I'm out of money. Nash, can you take me in? I'm begging you," Zara pleaded with tear-filled eyes.


"But... I'm afraid my darling won't be happy!" Nash, looking unusually flustered, his small eyes darting back and forth.


Afraid I won't be happy? More like you don't have money to pay for your side chick's room!


I turned, intending to enter the double room I'd booked earlier—I was truly exhausted today.


"What are you doing?! This is Nash's room!" Zara yanked me back, her sharp nails leaving scratches on my bare arm.


I looked at Nash with a weary expression, hoping he'd show some conscience.


"How about... you let Zara have it? Don't worry, she's just my sister!" was what I got in response.


Well done, Nash. You've really outdone yourself.


Too tired to argue further, I turned and left to book a single room at the front desk.


"Wait! Vivienne, let's exchange WhatsApp. I'll pay you back another day," Zara said with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph.


Taking a deep breath, I suppressed my irritation and added her on WhatsApp.


You can't afford to burn bridges when it comes to money.


The front desk informed me that the only single room left was next door, as the previous guest had just checked out and it had been freshly cleaned.


Taking the key card, I returned to my assigned room and collapsed onto the bed.


I thought that after everything I'd been through, I'd be in tears, unable to sleep all night.


But surprisingly, I fell into a deep slumber.


"Oh yes... Nash, you're still as vigorous as ever..."


"Scream louder! I love hearing you moan, you little temptress!"


"Nothing like that nerdy bookworm who just lies there like a corpse in bed, no sense of fun at all!"


The commotion from next door jolted me awake.


Hearing these words spilling from Nash's mouth, it was like a splash of cold water.


He was nothing but a complete and utter liar!


It was clearly him who couldn't perform, and I had no interest in putting on a show...


Did I really want to waste the rest of my life with someone like this?


After so many years of marriage, the idea of divorce grew stronger by the minute.


Unable to fall back asleep, I picked up my phone and mindlessly scrolled through social media.


The first post was Zara showing off her beach bikini photos.


In the comments: "Wait for me to come find you, darling!" — Nash.


The pent-up gloom in my heart reached its peak when I saw this post.


Like a fish out of water, I clutched at my own collar, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.


So, even our annual honeymoon trip was just another part of your grand scheme.


All this time, I've been the biggest fool, worrying about his lack of income and insecurity, voluntarily shouldering all the expenses!


Without hesitation, I got up to pack my bags and booked a flight for the early hours of the morning.


I sent a message to my advisor: "Professor, I've decided to pursue further studies abroad."


Nash, this time, you won't be able to catch up with me at all.


Chapter 5