Lika refused to believe it was happening—but something pushed her to look inside, to find out who her husband was cheating on her with on the first day of their wedding. In her soul there was emptiness. A woman’s voice seemed familiar.
— Enough. Maybe they’ve already lost us. Hold on—only a little longer! I gave a tip to a rich aunt, where she can find an heiress.
— The snake kept urging her to stop—warmed by years of friendship.
— Just half a year, and we’ll get everything, and you’ll send the wife after her little mother!
— Anything for you. Don’t doubt it…
Lika barely managed to stand on her feet. Her soul was torn by unbearable pain and a wild fear mixed with hatred.
The betrayer had never loved her. There was only the urge to howl with despair. The contract for her death was tied through the bed between her beloved husband and her best friend from childhood…