---- Looking back now, I realize I'd been far too eager to leave the past behind, too starved for affection. I shouldn't have rushed into marriage. Because after the wedding, Damion revealed his true self. Gone was the gentle, considerate man he had pretended to be before marriage. Like so many others, he cast off his pretense and shoved all the household chores onto me. All the conflicts with my mother-in- law? My problem now. When we were in no position to handle a financial crisis, he pressured me to have children. And now? Damion's consciousness had entered my body and taken over as version Subject Three of me, Subject Three. At first, Subject Three boasted loudly, as men like him often do. If he were me, he claimed, he'd be the perfect wife. He'd always stay attractive enough to keep his husband enthralled, always be a warm harbor for him to return to. Hot meals, a spotless ---- home, perfect relationships with the in-laws-he'd manage it all effortlessly. He'd bear children, raise them, and still earn enough money to cover all household expenses while saving thousands each year. Such grand promises. And now? They were knives at his own throat. I watched coldly as Subject Three dragged herself home after working overtime, only to find the house in chaos. She bent over backward, smiling as she helped her mother-in-law with the house chores. I watched Subject Three juggle countless tasks- cooking an elaborate feast for Damion's friends- only to be told she wasn't welcome to sit at the table. Instead, she was left to stand aside, watching them eat and drink, laughing boisterously as they trashed the place. When they left, carefree as always, it was Subject Three who stayed behind to clean up the mess. In the audience, several men who had been thinking ---- of putting their wife through this trial began to shift uncomfortably in their seats. Their expressions betrayed their inner calculations: could they really handle doing what their wives did? And outperform them? Then came the baby talk. Subject Three was told to prepare for pregnancy. But when she asked how the family would manage during the pregnancy or what would happen once the baby increased their expenses, Damion's dismissive scorn echoed back at her. "I give you living expenses every month, don't I? And you're still complaining? Are you spending it on some other man?" Subject Three tried to explain, but Damion didn't listen. Not once. Every grievance, every injustice Damion had piled on me over the years came back to hit him like a boomerang, piercing him from every angle. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!