I returned to the living room. Sat down at the table, calmly took off my wedding ring, and placed it in front of my husband.

— What does this mean? — he frowned.

— I’m filing for divorce.

He scoffed:

— Ha! Who would want you like this? Nobody will ever love you.

— We’ll see, — I replied calmly. — Tomorrow you’ll pack your things and leave. From my apartment. After all, I’m so fat, I don’t fit there anymore. Oh, and the car, which is registered in my name, you’ll leave in the garage. And be sure: my brother will know everything. You know how much he “loves” you.