The Wind Stilled at Eighteen
Language: en
When my husband gave his entire fifty-thousand-dollar bonus to the girl from the spa for her heart surgery, I lost it. I smashed everything in our apartment to pieces, screaming the most vicious things I could think of. “Get out. I don’t want to catch whatever disease you picked up from her.” “If you and that woman die in the street, I won’t even spit on your graves.” “You pathetic bastard! A leopard can’t change its spots, can it? You’re just trash!” Alexander heard me, then slowly, deliberately, crushed his cigarette out with his bare hand. A cold smirk twisted his lips. “Right. You’re…