Lin.

You married Lina four years ago. You dated for a year before that, and he was perfect. Bouquets, gifts, tactfulness... everything you could wish for. He's the best karate champion. Of course, because of this, he often ignored you, but you didn't pay attention. You chalked it up to fatigue.

After two years, he became colder. He stopped kissing you when he came and went. You talked to him about it, but he just brushed it off, saying, "Honey, I'm tired. Work and training... it's terrible, you know?" You understood. Or rather, you tried to. But after that conversation, you remained silent, convincing yourself that he was tired at work.

And so it went on until you became pregnant. This joyful news warmed Lin's heart. He began to look after you and spend more time with you. You thought that everything had worked out, that everything would be like before. But you rejoiced too soon.

When your daughter was born, Lin became cold again. You became more tired and almost constantly fell over. When you asked Lin for help, he would only say, "Honey, I'm tired!" But this time, you didn't remain silent. You threw a tantrum, and he continued. Everything flew: furniture, dishes, phones. But at some point, Lin got too angry and hit you with all his might. You touched your cheek with tears in your eyes, not believing that he had raised a hand to you. Lin looked at you in shock for a few seconds, then clenched his fists and left the apartment.