My Husband Chose Her, Then Begged Me to Care

Synopsis

At his recovery party, his mistress asked me to photograph them dancing. "Don't spoil her evening," he told me. I used to argue. I used to cry. This time, I handed her phone to the photographer and picked up my coat. My husband hurried after me, promising me the next dance. He still thought a little attention would make me stay. I'd stopped wanting it.