—How long have you been cheating on me? — the voice trembles treacherously. - Why? Ten years of marriage. Ten happy years... - Look who you have turned into? - the husband’s words are like a slap in the face. - You have long neglected yourself and are mired in everyday life. No man in his right mind would want you. A skating rink on pride. Hurt. Unbearable. Inhale and exhale. I catch a precarious balance. - Go away! — I squeeze through my teeth, desperately clinging to the remnants of pride. “Everything you have now, I gave you.” Family, money, house - Ilya is cruel and indifferent. “You are my wife and you must live by my rules.” I do not like? You pack your things and leave here. I raise my hand to deliver a resounding slap in the face. But he catches my wrist and squeezes hard. “You have ten minutes to make a decision,” the husband says coldly. — There will be no turning back.