14
During the first month in prison in which family could pay a visit, Richard sat opposite me, looking a little indifferent.
"Patricia's right leg is severely injured. After the amputation, she almost collapsed mentally. I have sent her to the psychiatric hospital."
"Oh, well, when will we get a divorce certificate?" I looked at him playfully, holding my cheeks in my hands.
Richard pretended to be calm, but he could not suppress his displeasure. He seemed to be angry for a month and finally burst out in front of me.
"Georgiana, why did you hit her? You had a safer way to retaliate. Didn't you do a good job?"
"I don't want to be controlled by you. That's it." I shrugged my shoulders and spoke lazily.