Not My Prince Charming
After a long hesitation, she finally asked, "Is the man in this photo your husband?"
I nodded slowly, then shook my head. "He used to be, but not anymore."
She sighed in relief, quickly turned away from the security cameras, and whispered, "That guy isn't any good. He's brought another woman here late at night several times. She clung to him like a snake—he's definitely not a decent person. I hope you're not too sad about it. Anyway, congratulations on getting out of this mess."
I smiled faintly, thanked her, and casually tore up the photo before throwing the pieces in the trash. I walked to the elevator, feeling lighter, and had a peaceful night's sleep.
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