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

Damien glanced at the closet, completely missing that most of the missing clothes were ones I usually wore, and said eagerly:


"You just got back after being busy all day, go rest. I'm almost done here."


Damien immediately smiled, leaning down to hug me:


"Aw, you're worried about your hubby? Alright, I'll go rest. You should stop too."


After he left, I opened the window with a blank expression, letting the breeze disperse the unfamiliar perfume scent in the room.


Over the next two days, Damien came home to find me organizing things each time, and finally noticed something was off.


"Aria, you're still tidying up? Do we really have that much stuff to donate?"


"We have too many things. It's a good chance to declutter."


"Now that you mention it, we do seem to have a lot of stuff. Well, if you want to donate, go ahead. It's for a good cause anyway."


Chapter 5