A terrible pastI hated that expression in her eyes, as if she should be ashamed of something, as if it were her fault for being abused by a sick bastard."Since I arrived, about 2 months," she said almost in a whisper. "I don't know why I'm ashamed of what happened, but I am, Nikolay. It makes me ashamed, angry, and disgusted to know that I was with someone like that, to know that I almost married him," she stopped looking at me and reclined to stare at the wall. "I used to dream of killing him, you know? I could spend hours thinking about it, does that make me sick or a bad person?"When she asked, she turned her face and looked at me, a smile forming on my lips, before saying simply:"No, darling, that doesn't make you crazy or a bad person. What were they?""What were what?""The ways you planned to kill him," I replied, and a small twisted smile formed on her face."Mercury poisoning," she said with a smile on her face. "That was my favorite option. Very difficult to detect in ti
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