The Perfect Substitute
Language: en
On the day of our third wedding anniversary, Joshua used work as an excuse to avoid coming home again. I opened the door to his home office and unexpectedly stumbled upon that journal. It turned out that in this marriage, I was nothing more than a living memorial to another woman. He had meticulously molded me into her exact likeness. But I decided to tear it all down with my own hands. I stopped being the submissive, obedient wife. I began systematically rebelling against every memory he held of his perfect phantom. The tension finally detonated during a massive fight, where I laid…