He Brought Unemployed Girls Home, I Chose Divorce

My husband, Kolt, was a renowned philanthropist, constantly "rescuing" unemployed girls.

Initially, I even supported him.

But gradually, he started bringing those girls home, letting them take over my bedroom, wear my pajamas, and even order me to run errands in the middle of the night to buy them condoms.

In that moment, I knew the marriage I had meticulously maintained was utterly rotten.

On our fifth anniversary, I asked him for a divorce.

All I got was a cold, mocking laugh.

"Bonnie, you're not young anymore. You won't find anyone better if you leave me."