Three Years In Arranged Marriage, He Grew Arrogant
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My husband and I were in an arranged marriage. In a union built on mutual benefit, he still treated me like a princess. Until the company charity run, when his female assistant twisted her ankle. She didn't want to drop out, crying that she absolutely had to get a finisher’s medal. My husband, without a second thought, carried her on his back for the final mile. When he crossed the finish line, he was gasping for air, but still smiling, saying, "I'm not tired." I said nothing. That night, I had the driver take the car to the winding mountain road. I threw the spare tire from the trunk at…