Pouring water from a jug over a visitor’s head? Please.
Agreeing to a deal with your conscience is difficult, but possible.
Marrying the boss? Easy.
Wishing death on your husband every day? A piece of cake.
After betrayal by the person I loved, I slid downhill — and no one could stop that fall. And then, on the horizon of my worthless life, he appeared — the devil, the charmer, the seducer of a woman’s heart. From now on, winning him over is my main task.