The Game Changer Husband

promise, "only for him!" It was our special thing, a testament t

a luxury sports car, making the same public spectacle. When I tried to articulate the depth

around like a favored pet. He'd smirk, dangling scraps of her generosity my way, while the office buzzed with whispers about their "business retreats" to Napa Valley. The final, disgus

ir. How could she so casually shatter sacred promises, our shared history, and my very soul? The public hu

r cruel games only forged a colder, more precise resolve. The quiet husband she dismissed was