About the book: year / - You owe me your wedding night. - We didn’t get married, what night? — step back, I want to run away, but I feel a tree trunk on my back. I jerk to the side, but he makes a trap out of his hands, hangs from above, blocking the sun. Frightening, exciting with closeness. - Marriage, Eva. Marriage. The one you promised me for so long. Do you think I'll forget? I'll just leave you alone? - Why not. Why do you need me? - Do I remind you how much I spent on the wedding? On your dress? On you? - But I didn’t take anything, I left everything! - You betrayed me, deceived me! She disgraced me and made her look like a donkey. And now, here, I will take what is rightfully mine!