What exactly do you mean?’ – his voice was icy with innocence.

‘I… I’m bald,’ I almost screamed.

He sighed.

‘I’ve warned you several times. In the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the bedroom – your hair everywhere. I’m tired of it, it disgusts me. Now – there will be no more hair.’

Pain and anger tightened in my chest.

‘Are you kidding me?!’ – I shouted, but he was already defending himself, talking about “cleanliness” and “order.”

We argued for a long time. For him, there was nothing wrong with what he had done. For me, it was betrayal.

At some point, I stopped listening. I already knew what I would do. Take revenge. And I did – without a shred of regret. I’m telling my story and really hoping for your support. 😢😢 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇