The Marriage That Broke Me

Camilla Weiss Petrova

Have greasy skin? Verify.

Lips chapped? Verify.

Dry hair? Very careful.

This is who I am now.  Camilla Petrova, my marriage progressively fell apart after three crazy years of marriage.

Adding Petrova's name to your own can transform you into a completely different person. Everything needs to be exact, or even better, flawless. Everybody is watching you, waiting for you to make a mistake and receive endless taunts.

I experienced all of it. And I can't remember how often. I'm grateful to my phony best friend who has always supported me through any humorous situation.

Yes, exactly. Always.

even within our own house. Right now, we live at the Petrova mansion. My husband's parents were always with us. We were never allowed to choose the color of our own walls, shop for drapes, or design our own bedroom.

They were watching everything that happened inside the house. Even our honeymoon wasn't very memorable or holy.

As previously stated, I have always been compared to my best friend, Ariel Zippi, who has supported me through both good and terrible times.

At the family get-togethers, my mother-in-law, Victoria, would purposefully mention how much she wished she had a daughter-in-law like Ariel. She even extended an invitation for her to stay at the Petrova manor for a prolonged holiday. Very thoughtful.

Yes, I am aware!

I no longer consider it a tremendous honor to be a housewife at the age of twenty-three. I frequently miss out on seeing my own family and going out with my pals.

For my husband, Devon, I have squandered my married life trying to be the ideal wife and in-law his family could ever hope for.

Euro Petrova, the commercial empire his father created, is where my husband keeps himself occupied. I only get to see him around midnight, and he's already left for work before my alarm goes off at six. Life is unfair to me since he has never stood up for me.

The rest of his family, on the other hand, treated me like a wallflower, which is only required during events like tonight and during friendly banter.

We are celebrating our wedding anniversary, which is a waste of money, later.

I'm eager.

This ostentatious, beautiful household is plenty. I will only be seeing my family a couple of times.

I've missed them so much.

To ensure that I would look decent to everyone, Victoria brought a group of fashion and beauty experts into the master bedroom. The experts' gaze conveyed a tone of horror as they examined me from head to toe.

I am not a ghost.

You see, my once-toned form has turned into one that looks weak, and my skin has turned light white. Nobody gave me advice or offered criticism when I lost my sense of style.

Completely undetectable. Camilla. It's very good to see you. Your wedding day was a few years ago. Ziv, the fashion expert, said.

I kissed him on the cheeks in response to the identical move he made, "Where are the clothes you promised to give me each month?" He circled my body and asked me an unhappy inquiry.

Really? Well, hmm. I now see where Ariel got "her" custom-made, valuable clothing. I've given it to one of my closest friends. I don't want to wear the same clothing, you know. Pardon me?" I shrugged my shoulders in response and made my way to my dresser with ease. Gem, of course. Ziv replied. I trust very few people, and he was one of them. He once claimed to be able to spot a genuine gem when he saw one. On the day of my wedding, he even called Ariel a leech and a Barbie, for which I reprimanded him.

He is genuinely knowledgeable.

My skin was expertly moisturized by Milda, a makeup artist and industry elite, who then made me feel beautiful and made my skin glow effortlessly. Thank you both very much." After three hours of beautifying, I scanned myself in the mirror and said, "From the bottom of my heart." The image of a haggard-looking housewife has vanished. Instead, a powerful, dazzling woman has reappeared.

My former self. I'll offer you three of my sketch designs, Ziv, as I promised." I said to the man, "Are you serious? Give it to me! Give them to me. He raised both of his hands to receive from me in a positive terror.

I laughed as I made my way to my closet and unlocked my vault. There it is. Sketches of clothing and jewelry abound in my handcrafted folder. Since Ziv and I can only talk and hang out once a year, I have mountains of it. My phone was tapped by the Petrovas, who also installed a tracker. My laptop is no different.

Ziv created an 'N' clothing line using my designs, which I gave him when I was a maiden. I'm grateful for these, my treasure. With these designs, my rivals will drool once more. Don't worry; the N line profit is protected in your maiden name on your personal account. He gave me a wink. My friend, I know I can rely on you." I smiled as I spoke.

A secret. Those sketches brought me millions. Ziv provided me with 80 percent of the gains even though I told him I only needed a part. He claimed that since Ziv regarded me as his consultant, I deserved it, and that his name would be at the top when my designs were implemented. which it did. He is currently a well-known fashion designer and expert on a global scale. For you, Milda, I'd like to give you a little collection of jewelry that I personally developed. I handed her a plain black box that held the trinkets. When I was single, I ran a jewelry store called The Belle Shop. Before I got married, I had Trish Vene, my dummy owner and CEO, take over the company.

Why? My family and the Weiss household were the parties to a prenuptial agreement that was created by the Petrova family. I had to give up my affluent dreams to please my parents, preserve what was rightfully mine, and provide a face for my family. I've never regretted it since my pals are so devoted, and I'm grateful for them every day.

I've arrived at the party after observing my two buddies happy and content.

I was thinking about the final straw that crushed my hopes of one day starting a loving family as I walked down the stairs. That was the time my unborn kid passed away. When I miscarried, I think my angel was only two months old.

I was initially unaware that I was expecting a child. My true circumstances were only known to my mother-in-law and closest friend. I was foolish enough to think that I was ill and needed to take medicine, which hurt my angel. It was too late when one of the maidservants revealed my true state to me two years later.

She demonstrated that I was carrying an unborn child by surreptitiously removing the alleged-to-be-discarded ultrasound result from Victoria's hands.

I cursed myself later that day for allowing myself to be a victim of those two disgusting women and for being innocent of those things.

I cried in unspeakable pain and viewed the world in black and white after that day.

From that day on, I was lovingly served by Deedee, the maid who came clean to me. Because she still feels bad about what happened to me, she has become my eyes and ears within the mansion without receiving any compensation or bonuses.

This is the moment I've been waiting so long for. When will I be able to leave this narcissistic home? For several months, my patient's tank has been empty. I can no longer tolerate their slight derision. I've been a decent person and wife.

I can't be anymore.

I've walked the vast steps of the Petrova mansion in my Ziv-tailored black evening gown, complete with my own limited-edition jewelry and a three-inch stiletto, searching for my worthless husband. Where is that cheater now?

Camilla Weiss Petrova

Scanning the room, I quickly saw my spouse with none other than my best friend Ariel. From afar, you can observe that they are such a great pair of Leeches.

Devon, as always, looks dashing in his three-piece black Armani suit. He's such a good-looking man in my eyes, even up to now. No one can compare to him. His firm body and cold aura added to his oozing appeal.

Clinging to his left arm is Ariel, who wears a white evening gown in contrast to her dark alter ego. I smirked at the sight. They didn't even wait for me.

Busy, busy, busy, are we, Ariel?

Victoria is on his right side and smiling like a goof to please everyone her husband and son were talking to. On my mother-in-law's right side is Euro, who was talking with other business tycoons.

A happy family indeed.

I looked past them and finally saw the apples of my eyes. The Weiss family.

Making my way to them, my father already saw me.