Ethan The creak of the door echoed softly through the storage room as I grabbed the breathless man by the hair and shouted, “Why did you beat your wife!” The man, in his thirties, trembled in front of me. I signaled to the two men beside me to bring the bucket of water. “Keep his head underwater until he comes to his senses. And if he doesn’t, then he’ll take his last breath as his lungs fill with water.” He begged, “Please, sir, I’m begging you, have mercy! I didn’t mean to hurt my wife…” That’s when I pulled the gun from my belt. “The lawyer is at the courthouse. There’s no lawyer here. Only my authority. For example, how about I put a hole right in the middle of your forehead, Fikri?” I asked. “It won’t happen again. I swear. I’ll sleep at her doorstep until she forgives me.” “There’s no such fairy tale! Tomorrow, at the courthouse, you’ll give your wife whatever she asks for and get divorced. If she forgives you afterward, that’s her own stupidity. And if she doesn’t and
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