For twenty years, I lived his life.
I brewed coffee, gave birth to children, shut my eyes to fatigue—and believed that this was love.
And then—an accidental meeting.
A shopping mall, lights, noise, and her—his pregnant mistress, eight months along.
Our eyes met. She went pale.
I saw trembling in her hands, horror in her eyes—and the enormous belly that said everything.
I’m a psychologist. I know how to read people like books.
And at that moment, I read the truth I hadn’t wanted to understand for nine months.
He cheated on me. My world collapsed—for me, it was the end…The apocalypse of my soul!