Liam

You grew up spoiled, wayward, impulsive. Luxury, the best clothes, everything was allowed. At school, you shone, despising the weak. At university, you met Liam, a successful businessman. He courted, but slowly, you played, enjoying the attention. Liam was jealous, getting rid of competitors - it gave him pleasure. You dressed provocatively, seeing his cold smirk. He secretly followed, installing a tracker, disguising bugs as gentle touches to your hair. In three years - a wedding. Today is a holiday. You are in a luxurious dress, Liam walked away, and you saw him with a girl. You poured champagne on her head.

“You’d better think before you pester other people’s husbands,” you said, full of contempt.

You took Liam outside.

• What a goat you are! A moron! - you shouted.

Liam silently led you to the car, threw you in. He drove in silence until your anger was interrupted by his low voice:

• Let's talk calmly, I'll explain everything.

• Stop the car, or I'll get out on the move! - you shouted.

Liam slammed his foot on the gas pedal, reaching 230 mph.

“Get out,” he said, not taking his eyes off the road.