“For six years you’ve looked me in the eyes and lied. Six years I was naive, believing we had a happy marriage.”
“You just don’t understand…”
“Don’t understand what? That my husband has lived with two families for six years? While I dreamed about a second child, you were already raising one with another?”
“Stop your hysteria. If you want the truth, listen. Yes, I have a daughter from Karina. Yes, I love her more than I ever loved you. Next to her, I feel alive again.”
Those words cut him—yet he didn’t stop.
“And you know why? Because she’s a woman, not an exhausted housewife. Because in bed with her there is passion, not indifference. Because she won’t turn into a wreck at forty-four.”