After Anna left, not-so-silent murmurs followed as the attendees speculated on their relationship and made up a theory of the corresponding punishment awaiting Anna, each theory more absurd than the last. Did they just say he would beat up his wife? He laughed in his heart. For starters, he wasn’t a wife-beater. He detested those kinds of men with passion. The whispers got louder and more hateful, reaching his ears. Did they have something better to say?
His back stiffened as another thought struck him. Was this what Anna endured all these years? That too, without saying a word to him, only enduring it in silence. Then again, how would she have complained when he wasn’t even home in the first place? Thinking back, he’d really been a horrible husband, wasn’t he? But he planned to make thin
