Brianna Panella Guzman Facebook ad: “Biased Husband”

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At dinner, I placed a piece of roast chicken on my husband Stefan’s plate. He pushed the plate away, his voice cold. “God, you’re exhausting.” I froze. “You’re so good at playing the part,” he continued, setting down his fork. “Always so accommodating. Always willing to spend your money on me.” “But if it were Ava, she could do all that, too.” “She’d probably even do a better job of it.” “That Italian roast pork she brought me the other day…” “I’d rather eat that, two days old, than anything on this table.” He looked at me with cold disdain, as if I were the one who’d done something wrong. Only then did I understand why he’d suddenly lost his temper. It was because I had thrown away that sandwich. Ava had bought it from his favorite shop on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx. I glanced at his parents, Vito and Sofia. They were the ones who had told me to throw it out. I thought they would say something, at least tell the truth. Instead, they just smiled. In that moment, I knew I had to leave. ... Vito and Sofia’s reaction told me everything. They’d set me up. Again. I looked back at Stefan. “I’m tired,” I said. “Are you?” He lifted his chin, a cold laugh escaping his lips. “This is all it takes?” “Didn’t you swear you’d love me forever?” “I guess all that was just an act.” He always spoke as if he were giving an order. I paused for a beat, then said, “Since you see me so clearly, let’s get a divorce.” The room went silent. Stefan froze. His parents’ smiles vanished. Vito spoke first. “Enough. It’s just a sandwich.” “Argue if you have to, but there’s no need to bring up divorce.” Sofia followed his lead. “Stefan’s just upset he didn’t get what he wanted to eat. He was just being harsh.” “Why make such a big deal out of it?” They didn’t tell the truth. Just like always, they made it my problem. I’d had enough. I stopped trying to explain, got up, and went back to our bedroom to pack. “Callista!” Stefan grabbed a plate of pasta and smashed it at my feet. Sauce splattered across my pant leg. “Are you fucking insane?” he roared. “I say a few words to you, and you want a divorce?” “What do you take this marriage for?” “You bitch.” Looking at him, completely out of control, I actually laughed. “Let me ask you something.” “Who’s the one bringing his female coworker into our home almost every day?” “Who keeps finding fault with his wife because of another woman?” “And now you’re cursing at me?” A flicker of discomfort crossed Stefan’s eyes, but he quickly recovered. “Don’t make it sound so dirty.” “Ava only comes over because she’s grateful I gave her a job. That’s it.” Vito slammed his hand on the table. “For once, can’t you just let the man have his way?” Sofia softened her voice. “Callista, don’t overthink it.” “They know the boundaries.” “Look, Ava hasn’t even come over these pa......

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