Betrayed by My Husband, I Left With EverythingChapter 1

My husband had spent ten years restoring art. Then, for the first time, someone asked him to restore a woman's private parts.

He'd laughed out of sheer disbelief and ripped into his assistant for two solid hours.

I assumed it was a prank. Didn't think twice about it.

But a few days later, while helping him organize his files, I found a stack of private photos—the woman's so-called restoration site.

Filthy. Every single one.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I rushed downstairs, ready to confront him.

Instead, I overheard him chatting with a friend.

"She said I was too big. Before, when I'd... she kept insisting on getting it restored."

"I said no, but she threatened to go find a male doctor. You know how it is—divorced or not, I'm not letting another man put his hands on her down there."

I forgot how to breathe.

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Lambert Harding really was that big.

Big enough that I'd had to get surgery just so my body could handle him.

When I found out a male surgeon would be performing it, I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.