“Marina, what’s wrong with your face?” I raised my eyebrows, looking at my friend, who was supposed to help me decorate the living room.
“Nothing,” Marina replied, hiding her phone.
I went up to her and demanded an answer:
“What’s wrong?”
After some hesitation, my friend handed me her mobile phone. On the screen was a video—my husband was feeling up some girl and dragging her into a private room in the club.
I had been preparing to announce the sex of our baby to my husband. I knew that Sasha and I were having a son. I wanted to make my husband happy by telling him that his dream had finally come true. And I got a surprise instead.
My husband is cheating on me. And not with some stranger.
With a woman from his past. The one, apparently, he’s been loving all these years.
And he keeps loving her to this day.