His Debt of Gratitude Destroyed Our Marriage

After being married to Julian for seven years, I always assumed the "seven-year itch" was nothing more than an empty myth.

That was until the daughter of the man who saved his life walked into our world.

At first, I didn't think much of it. She was just a young girl, after all.

Gradually, her name began to slip into every conversation Julian had.

He memorized all her likes and dislikes, tolerated every single one of her interruptions, and catered to her every whim.

He even abandoned me on our rare anniversary dinner, leaving me alone at the table just because she made one phone call.