In the middle of a party, everyone was drunk. In the unlit suite on the second floor, she was held by the man’s waist and pressed against the door, kissing her until she was almost suffocated.
The man bit her ear and threatened lightly: “If you don’t want your brother to hear, just be good.”
People say I’m trustworthy woman. And I married the worst kind of man to exist. A top-tier player. One year in, he started coming home later and later. When he looked at me, there was more impatience than warmth. I once heard him say to someone else— “A woman that plain? Why would I ever settle down for her?”