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The Unwanted Wife's Exit

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 542    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

tly of expensive cologne, not sawdust. He' d bring takeout from places far too fancy for a struggling car

iscussing a neighbor. "She' s thinking of redoing

ttle cottage she' d "found," supposedly fixing it up herself with her "a

tic. And through the large picture window, I saw the studio. It was huge, filled with natural light, expensive easels

e bulb. The contrast was a physical blow. This was where Ethan' s money went.

supplies I' d forgone so Cody could have new sneakers. Each memory was a fresh twist of the knife. He hadn' t been stru

icism. Now I understood. His moods were likely tied to Veronica, to their secret life. My sacrifices hadn't b

Hers, funded by deceit. Mine, built on a foundati

at night, after Ethan and Cody were asleep. Each signature felt li

Ethan, more like Veronica. He' d starte

f? Aunt Ronnie' s art is cool. She does,

, Cody," I' d try to exp

eady echoing the disdain I sometimes saw

sts, with the specter of Ethan' s real life, his real love. And I was realizing, with a chilli

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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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