As soon as summer vacation began, my husband, a professor, once again told me he had to finish some research data at the last minute and couldn’t come home with me to get treatment for our autistic son. But moments later, a photo appeared on his young female student’s social media: my husband planting rice in her village. I sneered and casually liked the post. My coworkers went wild discussing it in every work chat, all convinced I was about to have a huge fight with my husband. His call came right away. Sure enough, his tone was impatient, and Meng Yuanzhou offered one excuse after another. I’d heard enough, and I’d waited long enough to stop hoping. Before long, I’d have the divorce papers in hand, and our ten-year marriage would be over.
