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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.]

After the Wife's Artist Husband Cheated

At the same time, Damien had just finished his romp with his petite assistant, chuckling lazily:


"Melody, why are you so passionate today? Is your heart only for your husband, with no room for our sweetheart?"


Melody wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling coquettishly:


"Look who's talking. I want to ask if I and sweetheart are more important, or if your darling takes priority."


Hearing this, Damien placed his hand on her lower abdomen, saying affectionately:


"Of course it's you and sweetheart. Only you can let me experience the joy of having a complete family."


Satisfied, Melody got up to clean herself in the bathroom. Damien picked up his phone, which Melody had silenced before their workout, and found countless missed calls from the gallery manager.


He furrowed his brow and immediately called back.


The call was instantly answered, with the manager's furious voice coming through:


Chapter 7