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Divorce After Hidden Affair

In the art studio, a place my husband had always forbidden me to enter, stood a sculpture of a half-naked goddess. Two months after I gave birth, Camden suddenly became obsessed with sculpting. He would spend almost every day in the studio, sketches and papers piling up like mountains, ignoring our daughter's cries. I reached my breaking point and filed for divorce. Everyone was shocked. Marlon, his father, seemed perplexed. “Just because Camden spends all his time in the studio?” I clarified, “He's sculpting a goddess, not just doodling.” Ruth, his mother, snapped, “My son works hard to support the family. Sculpting is just a hobby to unwind. If he can't handle the baby's cries, why not hire a nanny? What's the big deal?” I stayed silent but firm in my decision to leave him.
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Chapter 2

The room erupted in chaos, screams slicing through the air.

"Oh my God! There's so much blood!"

"Call an ambulance, quick!"

Warm liquid trickled down the side of my face, blurring my vision until all I could sense was a cacophony of noise.

Camden's trembling voice echoed in my ears:

"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I'm just worried you might lose control, and someone could get seriously hurt..."

"I've already called 911!"

As I slipped into unconsciousness, the last expression on my face must have been a bitter smile. Look at this, my wonderful husband—protecting his childhood friend by smashing a vase over my head.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital, my head throbbing with a pain that felt explosive.

"Myra, don't move."

"You just got more than a dozen stitches..."

I shut my eyes and let out a dry laugh.

"Have we signed the divorce papers yet?"

"Once I'm discharged, we'll head to the attorney's office and make it official."

Camden's sobs came to an abrupt halt.

"How can you still be thinking about divorce?"

He stared at me in disbelief, his tears falling onto the back of my hand.

"Myra, I love you so much. As soon as I saw you were in trouble, I immediately called for help. What's gotten into you?"

I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

"Love me? So you show your affection by smashing a vase over my head?"

If this is love, I'd rather you loved someone else.

Camden was taken aback by my retort and hurried to defend himself:

"Myra, it was just a knee-jerk reaction. You looked like you were in a rage, strangling Avianna, and it scared us all."

"You know our families have been friends for decades; Avianna grew up with me from the time we were toddlers."

"She was just trying to help us reconcile. How could you say such things?"

"Enough."

I cut Camden off coldly, "Explain all you want, I don't care anymore. Just two words: divorce."

Even my in-laws, who were eavesdropping at the door, exchanged bewildered glances. They hadn’t expected me to be so resolute, and they rushed inside.

"Myra, you're not usually so cold-hearted. Did Camden do something to upset you? Tell me, and I'll make him see sense," Marlon interjected, seemingly taking my side, but only superficially.

Before I could respond, he switched tactics.

"Or has someone else caught your eye?"

"Daughter-in-law, you just had a baby and are building your little family. Don't let some handsome stranger lead you to make a mistake you'll regret forever."

Ruth's expression also turned impatient as she joined in the effort to reconcile.

"Yes, young couples argue all the time, but they make up before bed. Don't be dramatic."

"A woman should have more grace."

"If everyone wanted a divorce over every little argument like you do, how would anyone stay married?"

Camden held my hand, more patient than before, asking quietly.

"Honey, what's really going on? Tell me, and we'll solve it together."

"Is your determination to divorce because you're suspecting something?"

His cautious gaze was filled with panic and tension, tears streaming down once more.

"No matter what happens, I won't abandon you. You don't need to worry about dragging me down."

I looked at him expressionlessly. Over the years, every time I saw him cry, I'd soften instantly. No matter what he asked, I’d agree.

He wanted a room solely for his art studio, and I complied.

He hung a sign on the studio door that read, "No entry for Myra or the dog."

I didn't mind.

But now, I've had enough.

"There's nothing more to say, Camden. I don't love you anymore."

Camden looked as if he'd been struck by lightning, his eyelashes trembling visibly.

"What did you say?"

"Myra, we've had a child together, how can you be so heartless now?"

The shock was too much for Camden, and his chest heaved with emotion.

Seeing the situation unfold, Marlon snorted impatiently.

"Myra, this is your choice."

"If you go through with this divorce, you'll walk away with nothing."

I ignored him and closed my eyes.

Seeing my indifferent attitude, they left in anger, cursing me as they supported Camden, who was nearly shattered by tears.

"Have some dignity, you have such great prospects, you can find a better wife. It's not worth it to cry over a woman like this, let's go!"

They couldn't understand why a seemingly perfect couple would suddenly be on the brink of divorce, irreconcilable.

My best friend Leila came to see me after hearing about my hospitalization.

"Myra, what on earth is going on with you?"

She had heard about my recent plans for divorce. My husband made headlines on social media for nearly injuring me with a vase, all to defend an old flame. I had become the talk of the town.

Leila took a long look at my injuries and sighed deeply.

"Weren't you and Camden famous for your strong marriage? How did it come to this?"

I was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Have you ever seen the statue of the Half-Naked Goddess?"

Leila was taken aback, "That famous sculpture? The one without clothes, a world-class piece?"

"Yes."

Leila listened quietly as I continued.

"There's also one in Camden's studio."

Leila froze, then began to laugh.

"Impossible! It's definitely a fake..."

"Exactly!" I interrupted, "It's a fake."

"And—"

"It moves."

Leila was immediately enlightened: "You mean..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her expression grew increasingly vivid.

Half a month passed swiftly.

After I was discharged, Camden changed into new pajamas, sprayed on some cologne, and moved closer to me.

"Myra, I know I've been neglecting you. After the baby, the doctor said we couldn't be intimate, so I stayed in the studio. I'm sorry. I'll change anything you don't like from now on."

His voice was deep and magnetic.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind.

We've been married long enough for me to recognize this as a sign of appeasement.

And I usually fall for it.

But thinking of that studio, where I'm never allowed, makes me nauseous.

"Myra..."

He gently embraced me from behind, planting a kiss on the back of my neck.

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