He Called Her His Muse. I Was Just His Wife

My husband, Julian Sterling, is a genius painter, but he suffers from a severe emotional disorder.

Even when I fell down the stairs, pregnant, and pleaded for his help, he just asked indifferently, "Why are you always crying?"

I used to think this was just how geniuses were – unique and detached.

That was until I saw his studio, filled with nude portraits of another woman.

I confronted him in anger, but he remained cold, retorting, "She's my muse! A housewife like you wouldn't understand art!"

Finally, I agreed to his divorce request.

"Go live your life with your muse, then."

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