Goodbye, Mr. Perfect

My boyfriend of ten years, Ethan Carter, was perfect.

He was handsome, brilliant, and successful. His only flaw? He loved tearing me down.

If I got an A- instead of an A+, he'd tell me I "wasn't trying hard enough."

When I finally made my first dollar writing online, he told me my stories were "utter trash."

Later, at the bridal boutique, when Ethan stared at me and sneered that my body wasn't good enough to look like a real bride...

I finally snapped. For the first time in a decade, I screamed at him: "If you think I'm so terrible, why the hell are you marrying me?"

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