Betrayal. You Were Forced Upon Me

“Meet Rita—my mistress,” my husband says to me on our first marital night.
I smile because I’m sure he’ll laugh and say, “I was joking.” But no—Anton looks at me seriously. Helplessly, I open my mouth and can’t say a word. I knew, of course, that his parents insisted on our marriage, but I thought everything was real between us. His mistress exits, and Anton swoops up to me, turns me around, takes my chin and forces me to look into his eyes:
— “And what did you expect? That I would love you, become a faithful husband? I was assigned you to me… ”
He laughs, and my heart shatters into a thousand fragments.