Till the Wind Dies

Three years of marriage, and my mute husband never spoke a single word to me. Not even when my parents were crushed to death in a meat grinder—he just stood at the door, watching silently. I knelt in a pool of blood, screaming. His face showed nothing. Then his first love returned from abroad and got into a car accident. The moment he dashed across the road to push her out of the way, he shouted: "Watch out!" That night, I slammed the divorce papers down on his hospital bedside table, turned around, and knocked on the door of his greatest enemy.