Ten Years Too Much
On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio.
Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up.
"Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said.
Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss.
My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent.
For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow.
I was tired.
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