About the book: 2024 / Spitting out blood, Ian wiped himself. Overcoming the pain, he tried to get up. Friends didn't allow it. Kept. Then he jerked like a tiger in chains. - Stasya! - not a groan - a desperate wheeze. - Look at me! She couldn't... Nor breathe. No talking. Don't think. Her strength left her. They left her just like him - the main person in her life, her beloved husband. Swallowing back tears, she incessantly watched the girl - half naked, huddled in the corner of the sofa and could not accept the terrible reality. I couldn’t believe that all this… wasn’t a dream. That this nightmare is really happening to her. That the heart, fluttering in her chest in its death throes... was torn to pieces by the hands of a man, for whom just a couple of days ago she was ready... to kill. - Talk to me! - Yang thundered again. - Listen... Stasya laughed, mentally squealing in pain: “Why? What's the point of your damn talk? Will you tell me how much fun you had with her on your business trips? Can you tell me how you brought the infection into the house? You betrayed me! What is there to talk about? Only about divorce!” When she gained control of her voice, she croaked hoarsely: “Do you remember the orphanage, Ian?” Do you remember what they did with the traitors there? “Stasya...” “I remember,” tears stood like a veil in my eyes, choking me. The voice broke from tension. - But you seem to have forgotten. Now you too... will be reminded. The threats hardly frightened Ian. There was not a drop of fear in his gaze. Only despair and... emptiness. Baring his teeth predatorily, the husband growled: “You’re mine!” I won't lose you! I can’t… lose it! “But I lost it! I lost it the very second I thought about cheating! When you decided to climb under someone else's skirt! And for this... there is no excuse, my love! With trembling, frozen fingers, Stasya took the wedding ring off her hand and disgustedly threw it at the feet of... her now ex-husband.