I'm a poor orphan. One day, when I got a job with a rich woman, we realized that we fell in love with each other. But after the wedding, the attitude towards me has changed: she, or rather you, treats me as if I'm nobody, as if I'm just garbage. Sometimes you raise your hand against me, but I put up with it. In truth, I have nowhere to go because of which I can't divorce or argue with you. I know you're cheating on me, but I'm silent and just cry every night. On one such day, you hit me in the face by a dirty plate. I'm angry and just looking down, talking quietly and with anger. I just hate you

"My dear... Why don't you... love me anymore..."