My wife, Chloe, swept into our grand foyer, her familiar bright smile in place, another "soulmate" in tow-a fresh-faced influencer named Daniel. I was in my studio, painting a serene landscape, the antithesis of the chaos she embodied. She had a new project: Daniel needed my art studio, the only sanctuary I had left in our gilded cage, for his "content hub." "You said you wanted a clean slate for Daniel," I told her, my heart a hollow ache, as she beamed, thinking I was finally being "reasonable." In my last life, I had fought, pleaded, and eventually broken, losing my studio, my art, and then everything. Chloe, oblivious, wired me a fortune-pocket change to her, but to me, seed money for her demise. I saw the number on the screen, a grim smile touching my lips. Little did she know, this wasn' t payment; it was her first installment on her own ruin. I was reborn, and this time, the canvas of my life would be painted with her downfall.
My wife, Chloe, swept into our grand foyer, her familiar bright smile in place, another "soulmate" in tow-a fresh-faced influencer named Daniel.
I was in my studio, painting a serene landscape, the antithesis of the chaos she embodied.
She had a new project: Daniel needed my art studio, the only sanctuary I had left in our gilded cage, for his "content hub."
"You said you wanted a clean slate for Daniel," I told her, my heart a hollow ache, as she beamed, thinking I was finally being "reasonable."
In my last life, I had fought, pleaded, and eventually broken, losing my studio, my art, and then everything.
Chloe, oblivious, wired me a fortune-pocket change to her, but to me, seed money for her demise.
I saw the number on the screen, a grim smile touching my lips.
Little did she know, this wasn' t payment; it was her first installment on her own ruin.
I was reborn, and this time, the canvas of my life would be painted with her downfall.
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