There’s no secretary at my workplace, and the door to my husband’s office is slightly ajar. I pull on a smile and let out a shaky breath, already imagining how Gosha will start his usual tirade: that I’m useless and I’m always losing everything. I grab the handle, swing the door open sharply—and freeze in place. My husband is in the office… and so is his secretary.
And I was saying that winter is the worst thing ever? Yeah. Twice. It can get worse. And it’s called BETRAYAL.
“Gosha,” I say hoarsely, keeping my eyes on the two of them—on what they’re doing there. At least they could close the door.
Hearing his name, Gosha turns and looks at me as if I’m not me, but some monster from legends.
“Emma,” he exhales. “Emmочка, you misunderstood everything.”
“Really? Seriously?!”