His Camera Never Loved Me
Language: en
After four years together, my photographer husband flies to Iceland every February, claiming he has a photography project there. I told him I wanted to see the Northern Lights too, but he always laughed and said it was too cold there, and he needed to focus on work. Until yesterday, when I was organizing his old hard drives for him. An encrypted folder, simply named "February." When I opened it, I found it was full of the same woman—Ingrid. She stood beneath the aurora, breathtaking and beautiful. But he had never taken a single photo of me. Bitterness filled my heart. Turns out he…