A Slap to Send the Scumbag Crawling

Unable to take it anymore, I upload a photo of my husband, Johann Garner, holding hands with his secretary, Eva Ford, to the company's group chat.

A long while later, Johann finally replies, "It's just something we do when we're working together. Those who are vile in nature will always view things differently from others."

Messages from his colleagues begin flooding the group chat immediately. They all discuss whether or not I'm delusional.

But I'm the only one who knows just how skilled Johann is at manipulating others as an expert manipulator.

After muting the group chat, I look down at the ring Johann has slipped onto my finger when he first proposed to me.

When exactly can I escape from the prison he has built around me?

Even the colleagues at work, whose names I barely knew, were secretly mocking me in the work group chat.

After my best friend, Peggy Turner, learned about the incident, she surprisingly refused to take my side and instead harshly rebuked me.

"You should be thanking your lucky stars that you even married someone as good as Johann, Nancy Castro! Don't you know that you're being an ingrate and a bastard by doing this to him?

"If I were you, I'd immediately fall to my knees and beg him for forgiveness without a second thought! You're going to regret this sooner or later!"

At this point, my husband, Johann Garner, was just sitting by the side, silently enjoying my public disgrace and downfall. He seemed to really enjoy watching me getting attacked by everyone, judging from the faint smile playing on his lips.

Everything was within his control, after all.

In everyone else's eyes, he was always known as the mature, stable, gentle, and considerate businessman, who was also very successful and thus the dream husband of every woman who ever met him.

However, it wasn't until after I married him that I realized how much of a serial gaslighter he really was.

When in front of outsiders, he would behave in a very refined and polite manner, winning their praises left and right. However, when I was his only audience, he would verbally and emotionally abuse me relentlessly.

He especially loved pushing my usually silent self to the limit, watching me struggle against his suppression.

And when he finally provoked me into lashing out at him, losing control of my emotions, he would then tell all of my friends and family how unreasonable I was, so that they would all condemn me like I was some heinous criminal or something.

Each time, I would fall for his manipulative gaslighting and end up apologizing to him, begging him for forgiveness. He would then feign tolerance with an air of superiority and say, "See? I'm the only one who can put up with you because I love you so much."

Over the next few years, everyone thought that I was the ungrateful, unreasonable ingrate in this marriage.

Even if I had evidence of Johann's