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The Unwanted Wife's Exit

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 557    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

, a woman who saw talent in me I' d almost forgotten I possessed. She' d always be

voice was warm, familiar, a balm to the r

That fellowship... the one at the National Arts

u? Always. I told you, your work is exceptional. W

ed whisper. "No, it' s not. B

you need a change. The position is yours if you want it. It

o pack up my life, to leave Cody... The thought was a fresh stab of pain,

ke the words. "I need to. I' ve... I' ve put my art aside for t

you feel small for nurturing it. You sacrificed a lot. I remember how you turned down that residen

alking about his dreams of simple living, of working with his hands. I' d bought into it c

aid, the bitterness coating my tongu

u, Sarah. A fresh start. You' ll be surrou

Really. You have no

, and I' ll forward all the official paperwork. An

strong. I felt shattered, hollowed out. But beneath the p

s suddenly looking brighter, more vibrant. They weren't just cra

ed' s offer was a lifeline. A path back to Sarah Miller,

ad curated was a cage. An

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“The sun beat down on the flea market, where I sold my quilts. Each stitch was hours I should've spent on my art fellowship, but my handyman husband, Ethan, always said we needed money. Work was feast or famine in our Appalachian town. Then, at the upscale Bistro, I saw him: Ethan. Not in his work clothes, but a crisp linen shirt, laughing intimately with Veronica Hayes, "Aunt Ronnie" to our son. Hiding nearby, I overheard his chilling confession: "Marrying her was a mistake... I' d leave her tomorrow. Cody... he' ll adjust. He already likes you more anyway." My world shattered. My marriage, a lie. My husband, ready to abandon me and our son. My sacrifices, all for naught. He wasn't struggling; he was funding Veronica' s lavish influencer life. Later, he abandoned me in a a storm, leading to my broken ankle, only to then demand my masterpiece quilt – my 'Appalachian Sunset' – to save Veronica' s phony art show. The audacity! My own son, Cody, parroting their contempt, called my art "old rags," pushing me and screaming he wished "Aunt Ronnie was my mom!" How could they so cruelly betray everything I' d built? But in that hospital room, facing his casual cruelty and the theft of my soul' s work, something snapped. Battered but resolute, I looked at Ethan: "I want a divorce." Dr. Reed' s fellowship, my art, my path to freedom – it was all suddenly clear. I wouldn't be his convenient cover story anymore. I was taking back my life.”
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