Chapter Thirty One

Great men are not born great, they

grow great

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Irina's point of view:

He came home late last night. I pretended to have slept. He undressed and went inside the toilet, his shirts smells of fresh blood. I understood what he just did. Sometimes every month, Ruslan and dad often comes home smelling like that. It didn't mind me, I guess I am used to it now.

I didn't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up the next morning, my husband was in no place to me found. I didn't see him on the bed like I expected. I felt so angry but not disappointed, I guess I am getting used to waking up without him in bed.

I went out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, I took a shower and went out of the bathroom. I went to the other room to dress up. After that I went out of the hotel room to the reception area.

"Good morning ma, what can I do for you?" The receptionist asked in her native Thai language.

"I don't understand your langue." I said to her.

"I am sorry m