- How?! - her voice broke into a scream, and she pulled her hand away. - How? I'll tell you how! I was born, I experienced the death of my parents, I went to university, I met you, I loved you with all my heart, I accepted you, I was ready to be the same, I was in a wedding dress! You! You played with me. You knew who I was, that's why you decided to marry me, that's why there was the whole dating spectacle. To you, I'm "fucking love." I know everything, he showed me what an asshole you are, how you discussed our sex with your elders, how you told Herald that everything was fine and I was ready to get married. You wanted power, fuck you, not power. Fuck you. Go drown yourself or inject yourself with poison, because now he and I don’t care. Now I will wait for you to die, and I will dance on your grave.