“Did I imagine it? He was kissing my Little Girl, and I imagined it?”
“What?—The words of my son are deafening. What did you say?”
My husband cheated on me with my son’s fiancée, hoping that at forty-five I wouldn’t dare to talk about divorce. But I did—thinking that it’s better to live alone than with a traitor.
My son ran off to the army, and I had to go after him when he got into trouble after crossing the road of an important general.
“How dare you treat a woman like that?”
“You? A woman? You’re just… a fury! A witch!”
Without thinking, I raise my hand—and a slap mark remains on the general’s cheek.
“You… you hit me!”
“We haven’t been drinking a toast at a ‘brothers’ table’ together!”
“Well, then, is that a good way to mess up? Shall we drink?”
This formidable man tries to intimidate me, and then charm me. He courts beautifully.
But I’m not planning to marry again. However, it seems he doesn’t care about my intentions, and I end up receiving an ultimatum.
“Choose, Evelina—or I as your husband, or…”