His Mistress, Her Freedom

“I spent five years meticulously crafting myself into the perfect accessory for my tech mogul husband, Liam. Three surgeries, a revised personality, and even honey-blonde hair-all designed to mirror the woman he truly desired, Sarah Jenkins. Tonight, our fifth wedding anniversary, was supposed to be the culmination of my efforts, the night he finally saw me. But the perfect facade shattered with two words from Liam, overheard from the hallway: "A placeholder." He was talking about me. His chilling laughter echoed as he confessed to his friends that our marriage was merely a convenience, a cruel stand-in until Sarah, his true love, returned. He not only dismissed my existence but reveled in the "pathetic" way I had tried to become her, even commissioning a mole on my shoulder to perfectly mimic hers for his twisted fantasy. The woman I had worked so hard to emulate was now back, and he hadn' t even told me. Instead, he\'d used my private college sketchbook, filled with my artistic dreams, as a weapon for her to mock and discard. When I confronted Sarah for my sketchbook, she deliberately twisted and re-fractured my wrist in front of Liam, who chose to protect her, accusing me of being "dramatic" and leaving me abandoned in the hospital. My husband, who once swore to cherish me, had chosen his mistress over his injured wife, again. The pain from my broken wrist was nothing compared to the agony of his betrayal, the profound realization that everything I had given him was built on a foundation of lies and contempt. I was discarded, not just as a wife, but as a person. But amidst the wreckage, a cold, hard clarity settled. I would no longer be a convenient distraction. I would reclaim the artist I buried and ensure Liam understood the true cost of his cruelty.”