My Husband’s Other Face
Language: en
I married a university professor. He was always so restrained and composed, never losing control, taking me only thrice each night. During a reshoot of a kissing scene for a movie, the set happened to be in the very university classroom where he taught. He didn't interfere, showed no signs of jealousy, and of course, he didn't love me. Suddenly, I grew weary of the relationship and proposed a divorce. My stated reason was a lack of variety and passion. It wasn't until I stumbled upon my "little clothes"—my intimate garments—in his study, already well-worn and familiar from his touch. Was…