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. Camden looked at me, disbelief and anger etched on his face.

“Myra, I haven't cheated, I haven't even looked at another woman, and I've done nothing to hurt you. Yes, I've been preoccupied with the studio and have neglected you, but is that really grounds for divorce?”

His eyes were red with frustration.

Everyone labeled me as overly controlling.

I let out a cold laugh, pointing toward the studio, and said without emotion, “If that sculpture is all you need, then have it.”

I threw the freshly printed divorce papers onto the table.

“Sign them.”

Camden was stunned, his eyes red as he stared at me.

“Myra!”

“What's wrong with you? Yes, I’ve been caught up in the studio, and I admit it was wrong to neglect you. Can't I make it right?”

Camden’s voice was strained and impatient.

“Do you really have to bring up divorce in front of everyone?”

I looked around at the gathered guests. Today was our 5th wedding anniversary. Camden had organized a family gathering to celebrate what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Yet, his eyes hadn't rested on me all evening, not even during the toast, which he shared with his old friend instead of me.

There was no point in prolonging this charade.

“If you don’t want to make a scene in front of everyone, then just sign the papers quietly,” I replied coldly, choosing to say no more.

The room descended into an awkward silence.

Our friends and family had always seen us as a model couple, deeply in love. Camden’s face turned pale, his brows knitting in frustration.

“I’m begging you.”

Camden leaned in, his voice hoarse and pleading.

“Myra, let’s discuss this at home, don’t cause a scene here. Mom and Dad are worried.”

I coldly brushed his hand aside.

“Don’t touch me!”

The harshness of my response caused everyone’s expressions to change as they glared at me. Marlon slammed his glass onto the table, and Ruth's face clouded over.

Camden, unsteady, fell back into Avianna's arms.

“Myra, have you no heart?” Avianna burst out, stepping forward to shout at me.

“Have you forgotten how Camden massaged your stretch-marked belly every night during