The year my wife was blacklisted, I divorced her.
Everyone called me a heartless animal, but I still forced her to sign the divorce papers.
Later, she weathered the worst of it and became one of the country’s most celebrated actresses, winning all three major film awards.
I stayed away from her for three years, thinking we’d never cross paths again. I never expected her to see me at my most pathetic.
Her eyes were full of hatred as she humiliated me in front of everyone and kept forcing me to drink.
I couldn’t stop retching, and great gulps of scarlet blood poured from my mouth.
She sneered coldly and said it was punishment for betraying her.
I didn’t argue. I let her torment me.
I was going to die soon anyway. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered...
