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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

Damien, upon discovering my taxi journey on the day I left, ran to the airport like a madman.


He knelt on the ground, begging airport staff to tell him my flight information.


A fellow disciple showed me a video of him pleading desperately at the airport, but my heart remained unmoved.


After going abroad, I threw myself wholeheartedly into my studies.


Over these years, although I had to give up my career as an interior designer due to deteriorating health from overwork,


I never stopped learning, always maintaining my passion for design.


Eagerly absorbing knowledge like a sponge, I had no time to concern myself with events happening back home.


It was my junior who kept me updated on Damien's fate.


He told me that after losing the divorce lawsuit and being left penniless, Damien shut himself in his studio every day, frantically painting for me.


Chapter 9