Reborn for Her Downfall

My wife, Chloe, swept into our grand foyer, her familiar bright smile in place, another "soulmate" in tow-a fresh-faced influencer named Daniel.

I was in my studio, painting a serene landscape, the antithesis of the chaos she embodied.

She had a new project: Daniel needed my art studio, the only sanctuary I had left in our gilded cage, for his "content hub."

"You said you wanted a clean slate for Daniel," I told her, my heart a hollow ache, as she beamed, thinking I was finally being "reasonable."