Three Years of Marriage: My Divorce Plan Drove My Husband Crazy
Adrian hasn’t touched me in the three years we’ve been married.
I put on a lace nightgown, faked some kiss marks, and sent him a sleeping selfie from his perspective.
“Dude, she smells amazing. Why don’t you divorce her and let me have her?”
I guessed Adrian would be disgusted and angry when he received this anonymous message, and would throw me away like trash, the sister who was just a replacement.
I thought that this time, I’d finally be able to divorce him.
Natalie was on vacation in Europe, celebrating her third wedding anniversary.
She asked me what gift I wanted, and I asked for an anonymous international phone card.
Holding the phone card, standing in the empty hotel room, I let out a tired sigh.
Then I put on the sheer lace nightgown I had bought specifically for this plan.
In front of the mirror, I created fake kiss marks on my collarbone and neck.
The marks were scattered, as if left by a man consumed by desire, forceful and domineering.
One strap of the nightgown was “torn” by the “man“.
Finally, I carefully smudged my lipstick in front of the mirror.
Then I sat on the bed, making the other side look as if someone had slept there.
I closed my eyes.
The camera was set on a timer from his perspective.
Three, two, one.
In the photo, the woman seemed to have just fallen asleep after an intimate moment, completely defenseless.
I stared at it for a long time.
I couldn’t help but think of Adrian’s notorious reputation in the business world.
The smiling tiger.
The capitalist who devours without spitting out bones.
But what I was most familiar with was his perpetually cold and emotionless face.
Although handsome, all his affection was only for my sister.
I prepared for the worst.
Even if Adrian had no feelings for me, a man should find it hard to tolerate a woman’s betrayal.
He might seek revenge.
But in the end, he would disgustedly and angrily abandon me and divorce me.
As long as I could get a divorce, that’s all I wanted.
I closed my eyes and pressed send.
I prepared for the worst.
Even if Adrian had no feelings for me, a man should find it hard to tolerate a woman’s betrayal.
He might seek revenge.
But in the end, he would disgustedly and angrily abandon me and divorce me.
As long as I could get a divorce, that’s all I wanted.
I closed my eyes and pressed send.
On the phone screen, that casually worded text message-
“Dude, she smells amazing. Why don’t you divorce her and let me have her?”
Along with that photo.
Sent successfully.
