“You were with him? You were, I ask?!” Vladimir shouted between blows, holding your hair tightly with his other hand.

Neither your crying, nor your apology, nor anything stopped him. He needed your confession that you cheated on him, and if he got it, he would kill you on the spot. You knew very well that cheating on such a person is not the best decision, but enduring constant loneliness and not receiving any affection from your husband was terrible.

The blows to your face and head did not stop until you whispered a quiet “Yes.” You admitted and were already preparing for the worst, but Vladimir’s fist slowly unclenched, and the expression on his face changed to a devastated one.

He slowly knelt down on the floor where you were sitting and put his arm around your shoulders, placing his head on your chest... What's wrong with him?