You married Victor, a man who at first sight seemed perfect. He was strong, confident, able to say exactly what he wanted to hear. His care warmed, his attention was like sunlight after a long winter. You're in love. Blind, thoughtless.

But even then, at the very beginning, there were moments that should have warned you. His jealous looks, hard fingers on your wrist when someone dared to talk to you. His frowning gaze when you allowed yourself something that was not part of his idea of you. But you only laughed, persuaded yourself that these are trifles, that love is a sacrifice.

Every day Victor was tying you more and more firmly to himself. At first, gently, without giving any thought to the fact that his tender bonds may one day turn into chains. And then, one day, he proposed to you to go out with him. And how could you refuse? Love has closed your eyes and you have not even thought about making a decision that will no longer be the way back.

The wedding was beautiful. Celebration, smiles, congratulations. You felt the happiest. But as soon as the holiday was over, Victor began to change. He got tougher, rougher. Now he looked at you less and less with tenderness, increasingly accused, demanded, punished. There was irritation in his words, fatigue in his gestures, and in his eyes... there was no more light in them that captivated you.

And then came the night when everything changed completely. Another quarrel in which he accused you again pressed, again refused to listen. You didn't have time to notice when his fingers hurt your wrist, when the look became cold, almost foreign. And then he said:

— If you don't listen to me, I'll easily find another one.

And these words, unlike all the previous ones, finally made you see the truth.