ManyWriters

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

Aria's cold expression prompted Damien to stammer out apologies:


"Aria, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! You can hit me or yell at me, just please don't leave me!"


"I truly know I was wrong. I'll never lie to you again! Please, give me one more chance!"


"If you really knew you were wrong, you'd leave Aria alone instead of continuing to harass her!"


No matter how sincere his repentance seemed, it couldn't make up for the harm he'd done to me.


"Melody and I are over. She's still lying in the hospital, she won't bother us anymore!"


I was about to leave with Nolan, but hearing this, I turned back to glare at him coldly:


He looked up and met my gaze, visibly stung by the contempt in my eyes.


His years of self-deception crumbled, and tears instantly sprang from his eyes:


Chapter 10