My Husband Chose Dolls Over Me

Selena burst into the room in tears. “Ariana, I was trying to save Ethan, not intentionally hurt you.

“As long as you two can live happily together, I’m willing to go to prison.”

Ethan saw his goddess crying and immediately wrapped his arms around her right in front of me. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you go to prison.”

“I’ll sacrifice everything to protect your safety. You’re the only one who loves me; she wants to kill me.”

I stared at them coldly. “Yes, Ethan, I no longer love you, I hate you to death.”

“Get out. Seeing you makes me want to vomit.”

Ethan put on an expression as though he were the most wronged man in the world. “Ariana, you’ve fallen in love with someone else and plotted to harm me, your own husband.”

“Fine, fine. If you insist on divorcing me, I’ll grant your wish.”

Seeing him twist the truth so shamelessly, I didn’t waste my breath arguing. I simply called the nurse and had them both removed.

“Ethan, let’s go,” Selena said softly.

“Your wife’s heart isn’t with you anymore. All she wants is the money, your hard-earned money. You can’t just give it to her.” Selena clung to Ethan like a ragdoll, limp in his arms.

They put on their little display of affection right in front of me. Only after the nurse kicked them out could I finally breathe freely.

My phone was linked to our home surveillance system. I had secretly turned on the recording when they weren’t paying attention.

I usually just do a bit of social media work while caring for my child, but I’ve gathered over ten thousand followers. Now, after a quick edit, I uploaded the footage.

The video of my husband defending the mistress who stabbed his wife went viral.

Only this way could I have any chance of winning, otherwise, the Blackthorn Family would swallow me whole.

My daughter was already in the care of a trusted friend.

Now, I was a warrior, fighting for my future and for my daughter’s life.

Mason, a popular influencer with over a million followers and a close friend, offered his help. He came to the hospital and asked, “Why are you and your husband getting a divorce?”

I knew he was trying to help me. He zoomed in on the doll in the video to make sure it was clear and asked, “Have you ever seen such a beautiful doll?”

Mason’s eyes widened. “He likes to play with silicone dolls? That… might be a problem.”

“Yes. It’s a silicone doll made in the image of his goddess,” I said.

“We haven’t had sex. Our daughter is a test-tube baby.” My mother-in-law once told me, Men are for living with—as long as they can earn money, that’s enough.”

“Men in his family have genetic issues in certain areas. But I’ve seen him in the studio, he can be a real man with no issues at all.” I closed my eyes, tears of humiliation burning my cheeks.

Mason was speechless. “Sister, don’t be sad. You’re attractive. You don’t need just one man.”

“I’ll introduce you to someone a hundred times better than that pervert Ethan.”

Within three days, Ethan’s entire family and Selena had “blazed up.”

Ethan stormed into my hospital room, tearing at my clothes like a madman. “Ariana, you just have to be a slut, don’t you?”

I fought him with everything I had, but my wound split open again, blood gushing out.

He panted like a wild beast, pouring his rage into me.

At the crucial moment, he couldn’t perform.

“Hahaha!”

I laughed through my tears, feeling a rush of relief, at least I had survived this.

Good. He couldn’t perform.

“Ariana, it’s all your fault I can’t perform,” he growled.

“You selfishly filed for divorce, leaving our daughter without a father. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.

“Custody? I’ll never give it to you. Just wait and see.” Ethan’s teeth clenched, his words dripping with spite.

“Then I’ll sue you for attempted rape.”

From the moment I posted that video, I never had any intention of reconciling.