The Man Who Truly Saw Me

The Man Who Truly Saw Me

Yi Yanni

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For fifteen years, my life revolved around Ethan Hayes. I sacrificed everything to follow him to New York, even changing myself because he liked "no-fuss" girls. Our marriage, he said, was just a practical arrangement for his company's IPO. I worked tirelessly as his Director of Operations, always hoping he'd truly see me, love me back. Then Chloe Vance arrived. She swiftly sabotaged my crucial investor presentation, leaking intimate photos, and Ethan publicly blamed me, his wife, to protect her. Hours later, I found Chloe wearing my robe, spraying my perfume, as Ethan laughed and still called me "buddy." The divorce papers he'd given me on our wedding night felt terrifyingly real. The final betrayal came when Chloe forced me to eat a super spicy dinner, knowing my sensitive stomach. Ethan threatened my team's funding if I refused. Doubled over in pain from acute gastritis, I called him, begging for help. He hung up to rush Chloe, who had a twisted ankle, to the ER. Later, after a horrific skiing accident I thought I wouldn't survive, I lay broken in the snow and asked him, "What am I to you?" His chilling reply: "Right now? A liability." Then the clinic confirmed the devastating truth: due to the fall, I had miscarried our child. His child. The man I had loved for fifteen years, the man who coldly abandoned me in my darkest hour, didn't even know. Didn't care. That was the turning point. The delusion shattered. The woman who clung to hope was gone. I signed the divorce papers, not with sorrow, but with profound clarity. My true friend, Liam, was there to pick up the pieces, ready to help me build a new life, finally free.

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For fifteen years, my life revolved around Ethan Hayes.

I sacrificed everything to follow him to New York, even changing myself because he liked "no-fuss" girls.

Our marriage, he said, was just a practical arrangement for his company's IPO.

I worked tirelessly as his Director of Operations, always hoping he'd truly see me, love me back.

Then Chloe Vance arrived.

She swiftly sabotaged my crucial investor presentation, leaking intimate photos, and Ethan publicly blamed me, his wife, to protect her.

Hours later, I found Chloe wearing my robe, spraying my perfume, as Ethan laughed and still called me "buddy."

The divorce papers he'd given me on our wedding night felt terrifyingly real.

The final betrayal came when Chloe forced me to eat a super spicy dinner, knowing my sensitive stomach.

Ethan threatened my team's funding if I refused.

Doubled over in pain from acute gastritis, I called him, begging for help.

He hung up to rush Chloe, who had a twisted ankle, to the ER.

Later, after a horrific skiing accident I thought I wouldn't survive, I lay broken in the snow and asked him, "What am I to you?"

His chilling reply: "Right now? A liability."

Then the clinic confirmed the devastating truth: due to the fall, I had miscarried our child.

His child.

The man I had loved for fifteen years, the man who coldly abandoned me in my darkest hour, didn't even know.

Didn't care.

That was the turning point.

The delusion shattered.

The woman who clung to hope was gone.

I signed the divorce papers, not with sorrow, but with profound clarity.

My true friend, Liam, was there to pick up the pieces, ready to help me build a new life, finally free.

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