Version 1:
Narrative 1: The Housewife Who Departed – And Made Him Regret His Actions
Fifteen years of matrimony. Three sons. A home I maintained in immaculate condition. Meals prepared without request. Every scraped knee tended to with care. Every school project overseen. Every bedtime story shared.

I was the foundation that supported our family.

Yet, to my husband, I was merely a shadow.

Initially, it began with subtle remarks.
“Must be nice to stay home all day.”
“Some of us actually work for a living.”
“You wouldn’t last a day in my position.”

I dismissed these comments, assuring myself he did not intend harm.

Until one fateful morning, he burst into the kitchen, his face flushed with anger.

“Sara! Where is my white shirt? The one for my important presentation!”

I glanced at the laundry basket. “It’s currently in the wash, Harry.”

“Are you serious? You have ONE responsibility! And you can’t even manage that?”

His tone was harsh and unkind. However, it was not merely his words that shattered me; it was the disdain in his gaze.

As if I were insignificant.

That day, a shift occurred within me.

When he returned home that evening, anticipating an apology, he was met with silence.
The children were absent. The house was devoid of life.
And on the dining table lay a solitary note:

I want a divorce.

Panic engulfed him. He reached out to my sister, Zara.

“Where is Sara?”

“She’s in the hospital,” she replied bluntly.

Harry’s heart sank.

He hurried to the emergency room, guilt weighing heavily on him. My sister awaited him.

“You are responsible for this,” she stated. “You made her feel worthless. Now she’s in this state because of you.”

Upon seeing me—pale, weary, and resting in that hospital bed—the gravity of his actions finally dawned on him.

He implored. He begged.
“Sara, I was under pressure; I didn’t mean it. Please don’t leave me.”

But it was too late.

I met his gaze firmly. “You treated me as if I were a servant. As if I had no value. But I am not without worth. And I am finished.”

Then I turned away.

I initiated divorce proceedings.
He obtained full custody of the children.
Now it was his turn to shoulder the responsibilities.

And that was when his
The mornings descended into chaos. He struggled to manage the children. He arrived late to work, and deadlines slipped away.

His employer terminated his position.

Then, one day, he reached out to me. His voice trembled.

“Sara… I don’t understand how you managed everything. I should have been more supportive. I should have noticed your struggles. I should have—”

I ended the call.

Because I had moved on.

I had secured a new job. My children were returning to me. And for the first time in years…

I felt liberated.

Story 2: The Wife Who Followed Her Husband to Paris – And Came Back With a New Love
I believed I was salvaging my marriage.

I purchased a ticket to Paris, intending to surprise my husband, Brian, during his business trip.

Instead, I encountered him at the airport, his arm around another woman.

He turned ashen upon seeing me.

“Ava… what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” I murmured. “To spend time together in Paris.”

Brian snatched my ticket from my grasp and ripped it in two.

“Return home, Ava. This is work.”

I stood there trembling.
That’s when I heard a voice.

“Need a first-class ticket?”

I turned to see a man in a pilot’s uniform.

His name was Jack.

“Everyone deserves a fresh start,” he stated.

He handed me a ticket to Paris.

No conditions attached.

Brian watched as I boarded the plane. For the first time, he was the one in distress.

In Paris, I strolled along the Seine, heartbroken.

Jack located me.
We engaged in conversation.
We shared laughter.
And then, beneath the shimmering light of the Eiffel Tower…

I came to the realization that I was developing feelings for him.

A few days later, I received an email.

I had submitted an application for a position at a renowned fashion house in Paris.

They expressed their interest in me.

However, Jack was preparing to leave.

“Stay,” he murmured, “Or return with me. My only wish is for your happiness.”

I opted for New York.
Because I was no longer evading my path.

Months later, I found myself walking down the aisle—on an aircraft.

Not as a traveler.

But as a flight attendant.

Because Jack was not the only one entitled to rise above.

Story 3: The Wife Who Exposed Her Husband and His Mistress – At Her Own Farewell Celebration
I was on the verge of receiving a promotion.

Instead, I faced termination.
My colleague, Callie, had appropriated my entire project.

My supervisor sided with her.

I was perplexed—how could she know every intricate detail?

Then I uncovered the evidence.

My husband, Harris, had been supplying her with information.

Because she was his lover.

Consequently, I decided to take a daring step.

I organized my own farewell celebration.

Everyone attended: my boss, my colleagues.

Even Callie.
Even Harris.

I took the microphone.

“Before I depart, I wish to present something.”

I clicked the remote.

And on the screen behind me…

Was my authentic project.

Every confidential detail.
Everything that only I could have known.

Gasps resonated throughout the room.

“Without my input, you cannot complete what you have taken,” I stated, fixing my gaze on Callie.

She turned ashen.

Then, I switched on the lights…

And unveiled a cake.

On top, in large, bold letters:

“THEY STOLE MY LIFE.”

And right in the center?

A printed photograph of Harris and Callie. Together.

My boss was left speechless.

“Alice, I had no idea. You deserve so much more. Please—return.”

I smiled.

“No, thank you. I have my own venture now. And my own backer.”

Harris pursued me.

“Babe, wait.