He throws his head back and laughs angrily, and, having laughed, abruptly stops and lowers his head, staring at me intently, tenaciously gliding over every patch of exposed skin.

- Get a divorce? No, my dear. You and I have only one way out of our beautiful marriage. And the winner, perhaps, will be lucky: he will leave in a hearse.

I shudder and try to shrink even more, wanting to fall through the ground, fall dry leaves, but just to get away from here and no longer see him near me. I was in captivity for so long that it seemed that my whole world was divided into BEFORE...