I have always known that my husband is the person who loves me most in the world.
However, he has another side.
It was he who forced me to have an abortion and watched me fall in a pool of blood without doing anything.
He was also the one who carefully protected me from the hail of bullets.
That year, he caressed my daughter's face: "I'll give you thirty seconds to decide, sue for divorce, or..." He suddenly strangled her neck, and his calm voice was particularly clear amid the child's cries: "I want her to go to heaven."
I handed in the indictment.
He stood in the courtroom with a look of helplessness on his face, crying like an abandoned child: "Wife, how come you suddenly don't want me anymore?"
I love him, but I'm afraid of him.
