He Rated My Marriage Failed, I Dumped Him

Chapter 3

I set the New Year gifts gently by the door and turned to walk down the stairs.

The next second, the door opened behind me. Damian's voice held a hint of annoyance, "What is this tantrum for? You agreed to compete for the position yourself. Are you forfeiting now?"

Maria stood behind him, looking slightly awkward. "Oh, Sylvia, why didn't you let us know you were coming? I thought you were..."

Looking at Damian's cold, indifferent face, I forced a smile. "I'm not competing, Damian. It's not necessary."

He frowned and reached for my hand, but I dodged him.

"Sylvia, I had no idea you were the type to back out at the last minute. Like I said, getting comfortable makes you soft. In this regard, Bianca's qualities are far superior to yours."

He looked down at me, adding, "She has been fighting for her career in this city all on her own, never once complaining. But you, as a stay-at-home wife, have completely lost your competitive edge and vitality. I can make my judgment now, replacing you with Bianca is the optimal solution for this marital system."

The "optimal solution." He spoke nothing but praise for the independent and strong Bianca, forgetting that it was he who had personally destroyed my career two years ago.

I had studied management and became a service systems consultant after graduation. The pay wasn't high, but the work was meaningful, and I was often so busy that I didn't get home until after midnight. When we were dating, Damian said he would fully support my career and told me not to worry about a thing.

Yet, after we married, the first year-end review he handed me plainly stated:

"The spouse returns home late frequently due to work, resulting in a household task completion rate of less than 70%. It is recommended that the spouse re-evaluate the negative impact of their career choice on the family system and make appropriate adjustments."

I stared at Damian in disbelief. "You want me to give up my career?"

He sighed helplessly, "I just want you to focus more on the family..."

We had a huge argument that night, but in the end, I conceded.

I thought that since he loved me so much, sacrificing my own dreams for him didn't matter.

Then, he adjusted the score in the evaluation report:

100 points: The spouse has demonstrated excellent adaptability and execution in the role transition.

He kissed my forehead and said, "Sylvie, don't worry, you will always be my perfect spouse."

And later? By the second year, my score dropped to 70. And now, it was down to 58. A "perfect spouse"—how laughable.

I murmured, "Damian, when did you become like this?"

His expression remained calm. "People change, Sylvia. Let's get a divorce. I don't need a spouse stuck in a rut."

Looking at the two thick files on the table, I suddenly felt exhausted. "Fine."

I didn't need a husband who quantified everyone's life, either.