After I Stopped Being the Perfect Wife, My Ex–Husband Went Crazy with Regret
I used to be the perfect housewife, devoted to my husband Frank for seven years.
I was so loyal I’d cross the street to avoid other men.
But then I found out he was cheating on me.
Tears streaming down my face, I confronted Frank with a list of 102 women he’d cheated
with.
“Why did you betray me?” I demanded.
He coldly replied, “You’re too pure. There’s no passion in our life.”
Later, I faked my own death to escape.
Once I was free, I stopped pretending!
I immediately took my Ferrari out for a spin and hired 99 male models.
As I finished singing a silly song, I was passionately kissing one of the models when we locked eyes with someone at the door.
I gave a flirtatious smile.
“Hi there, ex–husband!”
Frank leaned casually against the doorframe, saying nothing as the flickering lights cast
eerie shadows.
Annoyed at being stared at, I whispered in the model’s ear, taking a dig at Frank:
“When someone greets you, you should respond. That’s just basic human decency”
“Otherwise, you’re not even human.”
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The model’s ear turned red from my warm breath. He gave Frank a challenging look.
“Twinkle twinkle little star…” The next silly song I’d picked started playing.
I wrapped my arms around the model, about to kiss him again.
Frank finally spoke, his face dark:
“Hiring male models?”
“99 of them?”
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I turned to look at him with an innocent expression.
“Is there a problem, Dr. Harrison?”
Frank’s eyes grew cold, a mocking smile on his lips.
“You’re really going wild, aren’t you.”
The guys with Frank started teasing:
“Sis, if you’d been this wild before, you and Frank wouldn’t have split up!”
“Yeah, you gotta spice things up to get through the seven–year itch!”
I firmly held down the model, Miles, who was getting angry and wanted to stand up.
I slowly sipped my wine, lost in thought.
I used to be a free–spirited woman.
Years ago, I fell for Frank’s image as a selfless doctor saving lives.
I went to great lengths to find out he had a pure, gentle ex who died young.
For years he’d remained faithful to her memory.
I knew then that he was the one.
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I forced myself to rein in my outgoing personality and played the perfect wife for Frank
for seven years.
And what did those seven years get me?
Messages on his phone flirting and hooking up with countless sexy women.
And his cold words to me:
“No passion.”
Even someone as strong as me couldn’t help but tremble remembering it.
Only I knew how deeply I had loved Frank for those seven years.
And only I knew that the seemingly perfect man was rotten to the core.
I felt like such a fool.
Miles gently held my waist and whispered:
“Lily, are you that shaken?”
I sighed softly, ready to rally.
But then I heard Frank’s impatient mockery:
“Are
you two planning to get a room? This is a bar, not a hotel!”
“We don’t allow indecent behavior in respectable establishments!”
I emerged from Miles‘ embrace and gave Frank a faint smile.
“Young people date and hook up. Is there something wrong with two single people getting to know each other?”
“Dr. Harrison, you’re so old–fashioned!”
I watched the man’s chest heave with anger, his eyes dark.
