My Thirty-Year-Old Husband's Obsession with Pink

The woman flaunted everything on social media. Every post made me cringe.'Puppy Training Guide.''Puppy's a little naughty today.''Out walking my puppy today—have you taken yours out yet?'My fingers burned as I scrolled, my whole body sizzling as though I were being fried alive. I could hardly believe that Colin—my straight-laced, old-fashioned husband of more than a decade—had such a twisted fetish.I remembered when we once stumbled across a post about this kind of kink online. Colin's face had been full of disgust. He'd even said those people were sick. But when I scrolled to the woman's post from a month ago, she had written gleefully, 'The aloof, mature man I've been chasing finally agreed to be my puppy! Guys, tell me I'm not dreaming!'The memory of that night flashed before my eyes. Colin had been unusually excited. A man who'd always treated intimacy like routine suddenly couldn't get enough of me—tossing, flipping, pulling me close again and again. I'd thought he was

On the other end of the line, Colin stayed silent. Then, Poppy's voice drifted through faintly, sweet and careless. "Colin, the little cake on my head's crooked."His tone turned awkwardly calm, like he was trying to cover something up. "Anya, I've got a meeting. We'll talk later." Then, he hung up in a rush.When I called again, his phone was already off. Almost at the same time, the detective's message came through with a video from the hotel. 'Everything's ready. By early next month, you'll get exactly what you wanted.'I replayed their earlier conversation in my head. Any hesitation I'd had disappeared. From that moment on, I followed through with my plan.Up until that day, I'd still been wondering—maybe Colin was just under too much pressure, or maybe Poppy, being young and naive, had fallen under his spell. I hadn't wanted to make things ugly; I wanted to understand what really happened. But now, I knew—they didn't deserve my understanding.When I began preparing for the

Poppy lifted the heavy hem of her layered tulle gown and rushed onto the stage, throwing herself in front of Colin like a mother hen shielding her chick. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she glared at me. "Anya, if you've got a problem, take it out on me! Don't you dare touch Colin—I can't even bring myself to hurt him!"Her declaration of ownership struck me as childish—almost laughable.I watched her tenderly reach out to stroke Colin's face. "Are you okay? Colin, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you suffer."Colin's gaze flicked to me. When he caught the mockery in my eyes, his eyes widened, and his expression turned cold. He shoved Poppy aside.However, Poppy was too used to Colin's submission, too convinced she had him completely under her thumb. Instead of getting angry at his rejection, she turned to me, forcing out a few teardrops as she spoke with trembling conviction. "Anya, you can scold me or hit me if you want. But everything between me and Colin—it w

"I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you," I said, "but I would've done everything in my power to help you, to face it together. Even if you'd stayed that way for the rest of your life, I would've accepted it. That's why I don't just find you disgusting—I find you pathetic. You tried so hard to dump all your problems on me, but in the end, I realized—you're worse than a dog."By the time I finished, Colin's face had gone beyond pale. He looked like a dead leaf in late autumn, ready to be crushed beneath anyone's feet.And I realized the man I had once loved was nothing more than a mask. When I held that mask in my hand now, it was slick, cold, and nauseating—and underneath that nausea, there was fear.I turned and walked away, dragging my suitcase without once looking back. Colin stumbled after me, not watching where he was going. His foot caught on a tablecloth, and in an instant, the towering champagne tower collapsed. Glass and liquid came crashing down, drenching him as he f