Revenge Tastes Like His Body

They say true love makes a woman radiant. Noble. Beautiful. But my marriage? It was a prison. For seven years, I wore the shackles of "the perfect wife." I endured. I yielded. I bent over backward to keep the peace. Even when my husband banished me to the back row on our anniversary. Even when I watched him fawn over another woman right in front of me—I stayed silent. I wanted to break free. I just didn't know how.