I fell in love with him at first sight. despite our big age difference. But his steely eyes penetrated me so deeply, and the gray hair had an expensive tint of silver. I couldn't take my eyes off him. An orphan from an orphanage who found a way into the soul of a local bachelor. I wanted a rich life, and he wanted an obedient girl. He gave me tenderness, affection, care, but I did not believe my happiness. He loved me deeply, strongly... to the point of bruises on my body, and I remembered the old saying, “He hits me, it means he loves me.” Each of us has our own test in life. My husband is my test, and I must pass it. Or shouldn't it?