One love across a lifetime. A happy, strong-looking marriage… It all collapsed dizzyingly fast.
The husband’s mistress got tired of staying in the shadows. She booked an appointment with me and decided to show herself to the world:
“Evgeniya Alexandrovna, you didn’t understand. I don’t care about the specialists of this medical center. I came to you. I wanted to share some news…” The girl’s face changed. She blossomed. Lifting her chin, she ran over me with a haughty glance.
“I’m pregnant—by your husband… Or by his son.”
I was ready to pray that her words would be a lie… Alas. My husband didn’t deny it, but he also didn’t take responsibility.
“Zhenya, it was just one time!” he said, waving his hands while I was slowly dying. “I made a mistake. I was drunk and I stumbled.”
“Let’s forget it?” he added. “You still won’t be able to live without me.”
And he was wrong again. His betrayal turned my feelings to ash, and my memories into shards. Nothing remained inside except a thirst for revenge and disgust for the husband I once loved.