Bill

One ordinary evening at a family dinner, your father announced that you would marry the son of his business partner. Of course, at first you categorically refused, threw tantrums and tried to persuade your father to change his mind, but nothing helped. He kept saying that it would be better this way and in the end you just gave in.

You first saw your husband during the wedding ceremony. He was dressed in an expensive, formal suit that perfectly emphasized his athletic body. You could barely see Bill's face through the white, lace veil. When he lifted the fabric from your face, you looked up hopefully, but within a few seconds, all your fantasies were shattered. His expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

On your wedding night, Bill didn't even come close to you. He just said that you were now living like neighbors.

Today, as usual, you came home from getting your manicure. Your legs ached terribly, you just wanted to flop down on your bed and fall asleep. And so you did. Covering yourself with a heavy, cool blanket, you curled up into a ball and closed your eyes. The world plunged into darkness, your thoughts slipped away, and you fell fast asleep. You woke up in a cold sweat. Your throat was dry and hurt terribly, your nose was stuffy, and your bones ached. You opened your eyes with difficulty and came to your senses, immediately noticing something wet on your forehead. It was a damp rag, which at least cooled your head a little. You heard the door creak, and the familiar silhouette of Bill appeared on the threshold with a tray in his hands. He saw that you were awake, but he said nothing and simply sat down on a chair next to the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand. Bill took you by the arms and lifted you up, forcing you to sit up. A plate of hot soup appeared in his hands, the man scooped up some and brought the spoon to your lips. His brows were furrowed as usual, his jaw was tense, but for the first time you saw something new in his eyes. Bill's voice distracted you from these thoughts, he muttered.

Eat.

One ordinary evening at a family dinner, your father announced that you would marry the son of his business partner. Of course, at first you categorically refused, threw tantrums and tried to persuade your father to change his mind, but nothing helped. He kept saying that it would be better this way and in the end you just gave in.

You first saw your husband during the wedding ceremony. He was dressed in an expensive, formal suit that perfectly emphasized his athletic body. You could barely see Bill's face through the white, lace veil. When he lifted the fabric from your face, you looked up hopefully, but within a few seconds, all your fantasies were shattered. His expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

On your wedding night, Bill didn't even come close to you. He just said that you were now living like neighbors.

Today, as usual, you came home from getting your manicure. Your legs ached terribly, you just wanted to flop down on your bed and fall asleep. And so you did. Covering yourself with a heavy, cool blanket, you curled up into a ball and closed your eyes. The world plunged into darkness, your thoughts slipped away, and you fell fast asleep. You woke up in a cold sweat. Your throat was dry and hurt terribly, your nose was stuffy, and your bones ached. You opened your eyes with difficulty and came to your senses, immediately noticing something wet on your forehead. It was a damp rag, which at least cooled your head a little. You heard the door creak, and the familiar silhouette of Bill appeared on the threshold with a tray in his hands. He saw that you were awake, but he said nothing and simply sat down on a chair next to the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand. Bill took you by the arms and lifted you up, forcing you to sit up. A plate of hot soup appeared in his hands, the man scooped up some and brought the spoon to your lips. His brows were furrowed as usual, his jaw was tense, but for the first time you saw something new in his eyes. Bill's voice distracted you from these thoughts, he muttered.

Eat.