Goodbye, Toxic Husband I Shredded Your Mistress's Shirt
Language: en
Three years into our marriage, my husband, Ethan Vance, asked me to hand-wash a shirt. "This shirt is different. It must be hand-washed." "Scrub it gently. Don't ruin it!" I stared at the shirt, and a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. "Let's get a divorce," I said. He froze, then knitted his brows in annoyance. "Just because I asked you to wash a shirt?" "You're in your thirties, Chloe. Stop throwing these childish tantrums!" "Acting like this only makes me find you disgusting and tiresome!" He thought I didn't know. He thought I didn't know this was the shirt bought by his…