After a year of marriage, my husband Jack began critiquing my appearance, dropping hints that I’d look “better” with implants.
It all escalated on my birthday when he gave me money with a blunt note: “TIME TO FIX THOSE MOSQUITO BITES.” I pretended gratitude, but inside, I planned sweet revenge.
Over the following weeks, I used the money on a health checkup and began my fitness journey—quietly. On the day of my “surgery,” I left with a smile and returned to changed locks and Jack’s belongings packed by the door. I handed him the leftover cash and told him it was “time to find someone who met his standards.”
Jack tried apologizing, but I’d grown stronger. Now, my gym routine fuels my confidence, and I’m finally with someone who loves me as I am.
