It’s not my fault that you forgot me. I’m guilty only of spending five years of my own life waiting for you. And now, dear husband, if you want a divorce, you’ll compensate me for all the time you made me wait—and reimburse me for everything I lost because of your fault. You’ve got two months for everything. Otherwise you’ll lose either your fiancée or your mistress—I don’t even know what’s the right word for it. And a significant chunk of your fortune too, because, my dear, we didn’t sign a marriage contract!