For three years, you were the spouse of the great General Alan Luxor, and those years became a personal nightmare. From the very moment you entered the mansion, it seemed that your husband and his family were full of hatred. The Luxors humiliated you without restraint, using their authority as elders: locking you in rooms, depriving you of food, letting only fragments of news reach you, while the social world where you once shone was completely closed off. The servants treated you worse than an abandoned cat.

From the very beginning, this marriage was nothing but a formality. Your husband did not attend the wedding, sending an officer in his place to read a dry report of his wishes. Then followed three years of silence. No replies to letters, no care. You survived on a meager allowance, barely enough for bread, exhausting the last of your savings after your father’s death. Any desire to find work was firmly suppressed by the family. Your only comfort was correspondence with Flanz Libro, your childhood friend, who seemed to read your thoughts between the lines.

And then came the long-awaited news: Flanz, who had spent the war in illegal exile, was passing through the capital for the first time in many years on his way to a distant country from which he did not intend to return. In jest, or perhaps seriously, he offered you the chance to run away with him.

As a dutiful spouse, you had no intention of abandoning your responsibilities. But the opportunity to meet Flanz, perhaps for the last time, felt like a breath of fresh air. Surprisingly, your husband’s stepmother immediately agreed to your request and even allowed you to leave a little early, without a servant. This filled you with hope and relief.

However, you had no idea that this was part of a trap. That very morning, a telegram arrived at the house: Alan Luxor was returning to the estate after three years of service in a war zone.

Meanwhile, distorted rumors of your “carousing,” spending, disobedience, and alleged infidelities had been reaching Alan every week from family members and subordinates, tinted with fear for the Luxor reputation. Though disappointed, he understood the reasons behind your resistance and did not take advantage of his position. He diligently ensured your safety and financial support, adhering to their agreed terms.

But even patience and loyalty have their limits. The fact of your “escape” with a lover, confirmed by the fateful letter, coincided with the day of his triumphant return. It was too much. Even for his composure. He would not allow you to leave until he received answers.

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