The Contract Wife's Final Escape

Synopsis

The tenth time I found Julian cheating in our bed, his reaction wasn't as intense as before. He glanced at his watch, then gently draped a coat over the young woman in his arms. Turning to me, he said, "Your prenatal appointment isn't until this afternoon, is it? Why are you back so early?" When I didn't answer, he gently stroked her head. "If you want to argue, argue with me! Don't hurt her!" He thought I'd throw another huge tantrum, just like always. But what he didn't know was that our ten-year pact was almost up. I was finally going to be free of him. On our wedding photo by the bed, two clear handprints stood out. One on my face, one on Julian's. It was easy to imagine exactly what they'd been doing moments before. I took a deep breath and turned to Julian. "Didn't we agree you wouldn't bring anyone home?" "Do you even remember what day it is today?" Julian scoffed, unfazed. He lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke right into my face. "Had too much to drink, how could I remember so many things?"