In front of the guests, my husband mocked me and called me a fat cow: but he had no idea what kind of revenge was waiting for him
That evening everything began like in a beautiful movie. My husband and I had received an invitation to dinner from his friend and his wife. I spent a long time choosing a dress — I wanted to look dignified and truly elegant. The evening promised to be pleasant: laughter, light conversations, delicious food, candles, and glasses of champagne.
But one awkward movement changed everything. During dinner, I accidentally dropped a piece of meat right onto my dress. It seemed like a small thing, but my husband’s face instantly changed: from cheerful to harsh.
I knew that look. He often reacted that way, and after such small incidents, arguments always followed. I endured his character for the sake of love, but inside me the thought of divorce always lived.
And then, right in front of the guests, he turned to everyone and said with a cold smile:
