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After My Husband Proposed to His Mistress Publicly

On my thirtieth birthday, the award-winning songwriter released a new track. My husband, Mathias Thomas, announced to the media that the song was titled "Rachel," dedicated to someone special. Shortly after, Rachel Griffin, a new singer, tweeted: “Thank you, Mathias, for the debut gift. I really love it. @MathiasThomas” The picture she shared showed her singing in a recording studio. Mathias retweeted, commenting, “Destiny brought us together; may your journey to stardom be successful.” Quietly, I liked both tweets and then messaged Connor Wheeler, who was overseas: "Connor, I’d love to join your team and head abroad for the shoot." ============================== Mathias came home smelling of alcohol, calling my name. When he opened the door and saw me lying in bed, he paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you make me something for the hangover?” I kept my eyes closed and didn’t reply. Mathias nudged my arm, saying, “Leanna, I need some hangover soup.” I opened my eyes reluctantly, my voice steady. “The recipe is in the kitchen cabinet.” “Aren’t you going to make it for me?” he frowned, looking frustrated.
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On my thirtieth birthday, the award-winning songwriter released a new track. My husband, Mathias Thomas, announced to the media that the song was titled "Rachel," dedicated to someone special. Shortly after, Rachel Griffin, a new singer, tweeted:

“Thank you, Mathias, for the debut gift. I really love it. @MathiasThomas”

The picture she shared showed her singing in a recording studio. Mathias retweeted, commenting, “Destiny brought us together; may your journey to stardom be successful.”

Quietly, I liked both tweets and then messaged Connor Wheeler, who was overseas:

"Connor, I’d love to join your team and head abroad for the shoot."

==============================

Mathias came home smelling of alcohol, calling my name. When he opened the door and saw me lying in bed, he paused for a moment.

“Why didn’t you make me something for the hangover?”

I kept my eyes closed and didn’t reply.

Mathias nudged my arm, saying, “Leanna, I need some hangover soup.”

I opened my eyes reluctantly, my voice steady. “The recipe is in the kitchen cabinet.”

“Aren’t you going to make it for me?” he frowned, looking frustrated. “I was just a little late getting home. Why didn’t you wait up?”

Expressionless, I looked at him, “I’m tired. I need to sleep. If you don’t want to make the soup, find some hangover pills in the medicine cabinet.”

Since Mathias gained recognition, he’s had social events nearly every day. To help him recover the next day, I researched various hangover remedies. I tested over ten different hangover soups myself, trying each when I had overindulged, before settling on the best recipe.

For five years, whenever he returned from these gatherings, I’d have his hangover soup ready, followed by a head massage, all to ensure he’d feel better the next day.

But now, I’m worn out, unwilling to take care of him like this anymore.

Mathias was taken aback by my indifference, just as I was shocked by the blow he gave me today.

Our marriage has always been a secret. Mathias promised we’d go public once he established his career. And I've waited for eight years.

In his third year in the industry, Mathias started to gain prominence. Yet he kept insisting it wasn’t the right time, that he needed to reach the pinnacle, urging me to be patient. Last year, he won all the major awards, genuinely becoming a leading figure.

While Mathias was composing this song, I overheard him talking about its production and title with his team during meetings. Several times, I distinctly heard the name "Leanna."

During this time, I truly believed he was writing the song for us.

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