A woman at the end of the table took her hand to her mouth.
But I understand something too late. When a man always asks you to prove that you are worth something, the problem is not that you are not worth enough. The problem is he doesn’t want to see.
Larisa has turned red.
Hear at him! Now I’m guilty of everything?
- Not for all of them, Lari. But for the way you spoke to me, yes. For the way you made Denis ashamed of my job, yes. And because you have turned every meeting with people into an opportunity to humiliate me, you still answer.
I made you a man!
Basil watched her for a long time.
- No, Larisa. You were my wife. – Don’t my mistress.
There was a collective sigh in the room.
Larisa was left with her mouth ajar.
It was the first time Basil had been answering him in front of others without apologizing.
