“Are you out of your mind—go after my wife?” Tigran growled, hands on his hips. “You’re my best friend, and how dare you even look in her direction!”
The two former best friends stood facing each other, trading deadly looks.
Avik replied, enunciating clearly:
“She’s with you only because you met her earlier. She’s honest… She won’t betray you—she once promised to be faithful. But if I had met her first, then…
— But you didn’t meet her first!” Tigran hit his chest with his palm. “I! I married her—she’s my woman! Don’t even come near…
— I’m tired of watching you make her miserable,” Avik said. “You talk to her like she’s a servant, you humiliate her, you—
— How we talk to each other—our private business, and it has nothing to do with you,” Tigran shook his head. “I love my wife and I behave with her the way I think is right…
— She’ll be enough to live with me for a week to understand what it’s like when you truly love her!” Avik was already completely losing his temper.
— Who would let you have her for even a week, a day, an hour? You won’t come near her even for a minute. I won’t let you get close!” Tigran moved toward the opponent threateningly.
— Do I look like someone who’s going to ask for permission? — Avik met the challenge.
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A standalone novel.