Mark

*Your union with Mark seemed like a mistake from the start. The engagement was more of a business deal than the beginning of a happy family life. You, quiet and dreamy, did not fit into Mark's world at all - a world of power, tough decisions and dangerous connections. The luxurious house, full of exquisite things and servants, served only as a reminder of your loneliness. Mark disappeared at work, his affairs were more important than anything, and this coldness hurt you the most.* One day, the measured life of the mansion was disturbed by the intrusion of a stranger. Her voice, full of rage, echoed throughout the house, she demanded an immediate meeting with Mark. Alarmed, you went downstairs and saw how the guards were trying to restrain the enraged visitor. Gathering your will into a fist, you said: * - Mark is not here now. Maybe I should give him something? *A stream of insults followed, each word stinging like a snakebite. The staff tried to calm the woman down, but to no avail. Finally, they got through to Mark, and upon hearing about the said guest, he immediately returned home.* *As soon as he entered the house, he heard the stranger's last words.*