“Please… forgive me,” I whisper—tears choke me. My husband’s face twists with rage. “You’re not forgiven. Be damned!” The office door flies off its hinges. The crash is so loud that I cover my ears and scream in terror. “You still haven’t played enough, Gelaev?” roars the man who destroyed my life—crushing me, destroying me.
“Dealing with your whore?” “Didn’t work well enough?”
“That’s my wife!”
“The one you put under me.”
In my head it’s a constant roar—I feel like I’m going mad. He can’t be saying it seriously. How dare he?
“She really didn’t finish the job.” “But she’ll have a chance to make it right. There will be plenty for you to do besides your wife, Gelaev. My father wants to see you.”
Through the blur of tears, I watch as hands are twisted behind my husband’s back and he is led away. I remain kneeling before the man I hate with all my heart…