Ten years after her husband died in the war, his adjutant came to the door and delivered a stack of letters from home and a will: "If I don't return, please marry him."
I refuse. But he kept stalking me, driving away gangsters, promoting business, and staying at my bedside all night long. Everyone said he meant it.
Until I discovered that my husband was not killed in battle, but was executed by military law. Charged with "collaborating with the enemy". And the whistleblower is him.
I decided to marry him.
On the wedding night, I took off my wedding dress, took out the scissors from under the pillow, and held it against his throat:
"Tell me, how did you kill my husband?"
He did not hide, but smiled: "I have been waiting for this day for ten years."
