The Pretentious Artist’s Regret: Divorcing My Selfish Husband

Because I asked my husband to change our son’s diaper, he gave me the silent treatment and slept in his study for three days.

I made his favorite dinner, hoping to make peace, but I froze at the study door.

At some point, the traditional doorknob had been replaced with a smart keypad lock.

Trembling, I entered our wedding anniversary, then our son’s birthday…

All incorrect. Until, guided by some ghost of a suspicion, I entered her birthday.

The lock clicked. The door swung open.

His study was spotless and elegantly decorated.