But one awkward movement changed everything. During dinner, I accidentally dropped a piece of meat right onto my dress. It seemed like a small thing, but my husband’s face instantly changed: from cheerful to harsh.

I knew that look. He often reacted that way, and after such small incidents, arguments always followed. I endured his character for the sake of love, but inside me the thought of divorce always lived.

And then, right in front of the guests, he turned to everyone and said with a cold smile:

— Forgive my cow. She doesn’t know how to behave in public. Stop eating! You’re already fat enough.

A deadly silence filled the room. His friend and wife froze, unable to believe their ears. I