“My wife won’t suspect a thing. She’s such a simpleton—she’ll do everything I tell her,” my husband wrote to his friend.
I stumbled upon this correspondence by accident—and everything inside me collapsed. I had been sure that everything was fine with us: family, home, a little daughter.
I truly have nowhere to go. No money, no housing.
All right, I’ll put up with it a little longer, sweetheart. Just a bit. And I’ll arrange things so that you’ll remember this lesson. You’ll regret every word you said to me. And then—only then—I’ll divorce you!