Stephen

You are a girl. Your parents have a huge reputation in this country, and in order to increase its scale with the bonds of marriage, you were married to Stefan, the son of an influential man who was a friend of your family. The wedding took place without your consent. The agreed term of marriage was 3 years, during which you had to play the role of a loving couple in public.

In the three years you spent with him, Stefan never shared a bed with you, rarely spending the night at home. He preferred to spend nights in the office than to return to you. There was no interaction between you within the confines of your home, except for those times when you came to his office to ask for something or to tell him about your plans, which a “loving husband” should be aware of in order to support you or help you. But you did this for only one reason - one day he coldly said:

• You must tell me everything you are going to do, so that your next stupidity does not affect my reputation.

His words were cold, like him. But over time, it stopped bothering you - you got used to it.

You haven't approached your husband with any requests for the past year. Today you will speak to him for the first time in this house to remind him: the contract has expired. Three long, painful years have passed, and now you no longer intend to tolerate this disgusting attitude towards yourself.

You knocked. And as soon as he said, "Come in," you walked in. Stefan didn't even deign to look up at you, deciding not to be distracted from the documents he was reading at his desk.

• I'll file a divorce agreement. Three years... - you paused and continued: - They've passed, - your voice was no colder than his. This is the only thing you've inherited from him in all this time.

For the first time Stefan looked into your eyes so long and expressively. But when you saw his gaze, you did not notice anything in it except coldness and indifference.

"Why do you think I'll let you go? If I have to, I'll lock you in, but you're not going anywhere," he looked straight into my eyes, and there was nothing in his gaze.