Final Photo Ends Five Year Marriage

Synopsis

Staring at the photo of a man's smooth back and the red mole on his neck, I felt nothing. He did it again. It wasn't the first time in five years of marriage. Ternence Isaiah loved to test me like this, under the guise of a so-called "trial." The first time, he "accidentally" left a condom receipt on the bedside table. I confronted him angrily, but he just smirked with disdain. "Why are you so uptight? My buddies and I bought it just to mess with you," he said. The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A woman showed up at our door, arms full of ninety-nine roses, wanting to propose to him right in front of me. We got into a scuffle and tumbled down the stairs together. I ended up with three broken ribs. He finally strolled in, taking his sweet time, and claimed the woman was just an actress, and that the whole thing was supposed to be a surprise for me. Over the past five years, his games just kept escalating. From flirty texts to downright explicit photos, he was always testing how much I could take. And I went from raging at first to feeling absolutely nothing now. Since he loved putting me through these tests, I might as well play along and give him what he wanted.