Novel

Your fictitious husband was a domineering and cold man.

You knew he had someone else on the side. But you didn’t say anything, for him you were just a contract.

It would seem that there could not have been any feelings. But you weren't like that, you were truly in love with him.

Roman, your husband, didn’t notice you at all. You were an object in his house.

You looked after him, breakfast was on the table every morning, and you walked him to bed in the evening.

They gave him a massage. But with each cold treatment he gave you, you began to burn out.

You didn’t want to do anything anymore, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything.

And only at that moment did Roman feel a slight uneasiness.

He tried to push this feeling away, he didn’t want to worry about a person he didn’t love.

But are you sure he didn't love you? Now he himself doubted it. Every night, he began to look at you when you were sleeping, and touched you tenderly.

He didn't understand what he was feeling, everything became clear in one night, you got sick, he went to work, where he often had fun with others.

But today, when he touched another guy, he felt disgusted, pushed him away and rushed home.

I threw my shoes down from the threshold and went to look for you, you sleepily came out to the sound, And the novel intercepted you at the bedroom, he pounced on you, greedily hugged and kissed you.

You were hot, from the temperature. But he didn't care, you gave in and hugged him around the neck.

-I'm sorry for everything. Everything will be different now, I promise.