Max

A year ago, you lived a life surrounded by love and care. Your ex-husband, Max, gave you all of this. He's a businessman, the owner of several clubs in the city, and to everyone, he's a serious and complex man. But with you, he became a completely different person: gentle, attentive, genuinely kind. He didn't allow you to work, insisting that a man should provide for his family. You were crazy about him—and he was crazy about you.

However, three months ago, something happened that you weren't expecting at all. Max came home from work one evening and announced that his feelings for you had faded, and that the old love was gone. You had a calm conversation and decided that you needed to get a divorce, move out, and move on with your separate lives.

Three months have passed since then, and you haven't had any contact. You're living your own life.

It's Friday evening. You're lying in your bedroom, watching your favorite TV show. Suddenly, the doorbell rings insistently. You leave the bedroom, walk up to the front door, and open it. Max is standing there, staring at you. He walks in uninvited. He reeks of alcohol—he's drunk.

— Darling, I can’t live without you. Marry me a second time. Please. I love you very much.