LOGINMy husband dotes on me. He's always saying I'm the one he cherishes most in this life. Everyone else envies me too, saying I married well—pampered like a princess. It all started when I mentioned, offhand, that tailored cuts flatter my figure. From that moment on, he kept it in mind every day, going out of his way to gather all kinds of designer womenswear for me. In the walk-in closet at home, there's always a wardrobe filled exclusively with my new clothes—each piece haute couture, with exquisite fabrics and impeccable craftsmanship. On New Year's Eve in our third year of marriage, the house was lively, packed with relatives chatting and laughing. With a smile, my husband handed me a gift box. "Go on, open your New Year's present." The frustration and resentment I'd been bottling up for so long exploded in an instant. I shoved the box to the floor. "It's the New Year—can you just stop for once?" The moment the words left my mouth, everyone fell silent. The relatives' expressions shifted; one after another, they began to scold me for being ungrateful, for not knowing how lucky I was. My husband looked at me, eyes full of shock and hurt. "I just bought you some pretty clothes. Why are you angry?" Amid their pointing fingers and his wounded questioning, I rushed into the walk-in closet like I'd lost my mind, dragging out those designer clothes and throwing them all over the floor. Everyone stared at me, stunned. No one said another word.
View MoreUnable to bear the fall from their former high, my mother-in-law spent her days at home sighing and complaining, cursing Jayden for being useless, for losing such a good job. The two of them argued constantly, the household in chaos—no trace left of its former harmony and respectability.The relatives who once gathered around them, envying their circumstances and praising Jayden as a good husband, gradually kept their distance.After learning what he had done, no one wanted to associate with them anymore, afraid of being tainted by the reputation of someone morally flawed and psychologically twisted.…One day, I ran into Jayden at the supermarket.He wore a jacket faded from too many washes, holding discounted food packets in his hand. His hair was disheveled, stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were dull. When he saw me, he instinctively tried to avoid me, then stopped, standing there awkwardly."Sheila... you... you seem to be doing well."I glanced at him and gave a faint
Jayden's behavior—using marriage to construct a public persona while subjecting his wife to psychological control and physical harm—severely damaged the company's image.On the spot, leadership suspended him pending investigation.Within days, an official notice was issued. Citing misconduct, serious violations of public morals, and the negative social impact he had caused, the company terminated him.When the news reached the Reese family, my mother-in-law collapsed on the spot.Jayden lost his stable, respectable position at the conglomorate. There was no severance. A stain now marked his record. Finding a job of similar standing would be nearly impossible.As for me, I stayed at my parents' home to recover.Every day, my mother prepared nourishing meals in endless variety—chicken soup, fish soup, pork rib broth, beef, eggs, milk, fresh vegetables and fruit—never repeating the same dishes, always urging me to eat more.At first, I was still conditioned to resist. The moment I
I took a cab back to my parents' house.They were already asleep, but when they heard the knock and opened the door, the moment my mother saw me—cold air clinging to me, my face pale—her eyes reddened on the spot."Sheila, what happened to you? It's New Year's—why did you come back alone?"I couldn't hold on anymore. I threw myself into her arms and broke down in sobs.Three years of suppressed grievance, fear, and despair erupted all at once.I told my parents everything.From Jayden's "thoughtful" habit of buying me clothes at the beginning, to the daily gaslighting of "you're too fat," to constantly purchasing smaller sizes to force me to lose weight, to starving until I felt faint and surviving on boiled vegetables, to hospital visits and medication, to the chaos on New Year's Eve—and the divorce agreement I had already signed.The more my father listened, the darker his expression grew. His clenched fists turned white at the knuckles.My mother held me, crying even harder
I looked at Jayden, my eyes devoid of warmth."You don't love me. You love a toy—someone you can manipulate at will, starve down to skin and bones, squeeze into your custom tiny sizes, someone who satisfies your twisted sense of beauty."In front of others, you play the perfect husband—buying designer brands, giving diamond rings, crafting this image of a devoted man. But behind the scenes, with your words, you've pushed me step by step into this half-human, half-ghost state."The ring size is wrong. The clothes are the wrong size. You've never even remembered what I actually like to eat. The only thing you remember is that so-called perfect body in your head—thin to the point of sickness."Your so-called love is nothing more than a performance to satisfy your own vanity."When my voice fell, the room sank into a deathly silence.The relatives looked at one another, no one daring to say another word against me.My mother-in-law, who had just been so certain—demanding my apology,






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