“You’re so young, so juicy,” my husband says, stroking the leg of the blonde. “You drive me out of my mind.”
“But you’re married, Pasha. I don’t want to be a mistress.”
“A wife is not a wall,” says my lawfully wedded husband, unfastening the blouse of the young secretary. “For you, she’ll move aside.”
I never thought my husband would get involved with a girl almost twice his age. What’s more, he’ll pretend that cheating is the norm, assuming I’ll swallow it all.
But he underestimated the rage of the woman he betrayed. And instead of parting peacefully, we’re in for a war.