As a project manager, I worked long hours, yet Aiden never helped with chores. He only demanded food and complained. One night, after a long day, he sent me grocery shopping instead of helping. The next morning, sick and exhausted, I still made breakfast—only for him to leave impatiently.

Home sick, I reflected on his neglect. Then, I heard whispers: “Get out, I think she’s home.” I opened the door—and saw a stunning brunette in our hall. My heart sank.