After the Wife's Artist Husband Cheated

My husband and I were widely regarded as the perfect couple in the art world.

He publicly declared that he would only paint portraits of me for his entire life.

No matter how much others offered, he refused to budge.

But on the day I braved the pouring rain to bring food to his studio,

I saw him meticulously painting delicate red plum blossoms on his young assistant's body.

"Haha, your brush tickles so much!"

"Stay still or for every flower you ruin, we'll use an extra condom tonight."

I stood frozen, listening to the intimate sounds from the studio as tears suddenly fell.

So he had long broken his vow to paint only for one person, yet still pretended to be devoted to me.

Choking back tears, I replied to the professor's email:

[I'm willing to go for this advanced study program.]