After ten years of marriage, I clung to the glossy shell of an empty relationship, thinking my husband was merely cold and distant. It wasn’t until I found tenderness outside our marriage that I realized it had all been a lie.
I cheated, lost myself, and ended up abandoned by everyone. At a birthday banquet, my reputation was ruined, I was forced to leave with nothing, and the whole internet mocked me.
My husband, who had loved me deeply, watched coldly as he pushed me into the abyss with his own hands.
My sweet-talking lover only wanted my money, then vanished without a trace.
My closest friend turned against me, playing both sides. She had been his most loyal pawn all along.
I thought I’d ruined everything because I couldn’t stand being lonely.
Only when the truth came out at the airport did I completely break down.
From the flirtatious seduction, to the undeniable proof of my affair, to my public disgrace,
my coldhearted husband had orchestrated it all as one inescapable trap.
He never argued, never stopped me, never stood in my way.
He was only waiting for me to fall beyond saving before closing the net himself.
My marriage shattered, my love became a joke.
This time, I lost everything, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
