The Year I Stopped Loving Him

Synopsis

On our first Christmas Eve as newlyweds, James Foster left me to spend the night by myself. Late at night, I jolted awake from a nightmare. Almost without thinking, I opened my chat with James—only to be bombarded by a stream of photos featuring gorgeous women. Before I could even process what was happening, James showed up at the door, his arm casually draped around a woman dressed in something barely there. "She wants this room. Go sleep in the living room," James said. With red eyes, I asked him, "Why?" James pressed his face against the woman's shoulder, not even bothering to look up. He replied, "Come on. You're boring. No fun at all. "Unless you want to stay and watch? Learn a thing or two?" The boy who used to blush from holding my hand—in my heart, he was already dead.