Betrayed by My Husband, I Left With EverythingChapter 1
My husband had spent ten years restoring art. Then, for the first time, someone asked him to restore a woman's private parts.
He'd laughed out of sheer disbelief and ripped into his assistant for two solid hours.
I assumed it was a prank. Didn't think twice about it.
But a few days later, while helping him organize his files, I found a stack of private photos—the woman's so-called restoration site.
Filthy. Every single one.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I rushed downstairs, ready to confront him.
Instead, I overheard him chatting with a friend.
"She said I was too big. Before, when I'd... she kept insisting on getting it restored."
"I said no, but she threatened to go find a male doctor. You know how it is—divorced or not, I'm not letting another man put his hands on her down there."
I forgot how to breathe.
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Lambert Harding really was that big.
Big enough that I'd had to get surgery just so my body could handle him.
When I found out a male surgeon would be performing it, I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.