After He Brought His Mistress Home, I Chose Myself

My husband is a famous philanthropist who often goes out to help unemployed girls.

At first, I could still hold back my jealousy and support him. But gradually, he brought those girls home, took over my bedroom, had them wear my pajamas, and even ordered me in the middle of the night to run errands to buy condoms for them.

At that moment, I knew the marriage I had been carefully maintaining had already rotted to the core.

On our fifth anniversary, I asked him for a divorce. What I got was cold mockery.