I chose to let them be together after discovering my husband was having an affair with my aunt.

Synopsis

When I married Julian, I was 22, he was 32. He was ten years my senior, and let's just say his 'generosity' extended beyond his age, into aspects that left me breathless. For three years, he showered me with endless affection, almost always giving me what I wanted, as if he'd pluck the stars and moon for me, cherishing me like a precious gem. Yet, when night fell, his demands were relentless. Even when I whispered my pleas, he’d just smile and refuse to stop. I knew he had a lot of money and a lot of love, all for me. Until the day my father passed away. I called him ninety-nine times; he hung up every single one. The next second, I received photos from my best friend: "Chloe, is this your old man? I saw him hugging a woman on a street in Paris." Opening the photos, seeing