The Pretentious Artist’s Regret: Divorcing My Selfish Husband
Language: en
Because I asked my husband to change our son’s diaper, he gave me the silent treatment and slept in his study for three days. I made his favorite dinner, hoping to make peace, but I froze at the study door. At some point, the traditional doorknob had been replaced with a smart keypad lock. Trembling, I entered our wedding anniversary, then our son’s birthday… All incorrect. Until, guided by some ghost of a suspicion, I entered her birthday. The lock clicked. The door swung open. His study was spotless and elegantly decorated. The piano by the window was dust-free. Stacks of…