And in the trunk, which he had just opened, there were red marks as well.

My heart started pounding. I managed to whisper:

— “I… I’m going to the bathroom.”

He nodded without looking at me. I walked calmly toward the station building, trying not to show my fear.

Inside, the same attendant was already waiting for me — with a phone in his hand.

He whispered:
— “We called the police. Don’t go back to the car.”

A few minutes later, the gas station was surrounded by patrol cars. My husband was arrested right next to the pump, and I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

Later, the same attendant approached me and quietly said:
— “A few days ago, I saw him here again. He was with another woman.”

Then he added:
— “I recognized her later on the news. She went missing.”

And at that moment, I realized: that night, the same fate awaited me.