No Longer Your Perfect Husband

me in following my parents' death and arranged a marriage to their daughter, Olivia. I gave up my dreams, working a stable job and tend

o find the smart lock code changed. Access denied. My own daughter, Lily, s

d in my bones as I realized one small deviation from seven years of perfect service meant I

for divorce." She laughed, bewildered, asking if one night outside was worth it. I thought of the endless chores, my aban

he stays here." I smiled grimly. "Don't worry," I told her, "I'll waive my parental rights. You can have full cu

own hands, filmed the process, and watched in stunned silence as my online channel, "The Rebuilder," exploded