“Where is this woman?”—I suddenly found courage that was absolutely not like me.
“What woman?”—German widened his eyes.
“The one who was with you in our bed! She’s already dressed and left? Or is she walking around somewhere in the house—naked? Marking territory?”
“Lera, are you out of your mind? What are you saying?”—
“Your little angel—that’s who!”
“What other angel, Lera? I was alone!”
“Alone? ”
“Yes! Alone! I was resting in bed! I was tired after work!”
“Great rest?! Get out of my house! Live with your little angel if you like sleeping with her! I’m filing for divorce! You’ll leave with nothing, just like you came in.”
“Lera! What are you even talking about? What woman did you see? There wasn’t any woman!”
I caught my husband cheating, caught him red-handed—but he doesn’t simply deny it. He turns my life upside down. Suddenly, it’s me in another man’s bed, and I don’t remember how I got there. And what’s worse: that man is my husband’s competitor—and now he’s looking for me, because he’s fallen in love.