Trading My Cheating Husband For His Younger Upgrade

I was three years older than Ethan. Five years into our marriage, right as I hit thirty, he started looking at me with distaste.

"Natalie just turned thirty. Once a woman turns thirty, her face starts to sag. I really don't want to wake up every morning staring at her crow's feet."

Yet years ago, he’d held my face and promised: "Natalie, true beauty never fades. I’ll grow old with you, hand in hand."

Five short years, and our age-gap romance had withered away.

Fine by me. Honestly, I was already getting tired of his lack of energy in bed.

It was time for an upgrade—someone younger.