“Hello, Adele. So this is what you look like…” The slender girl with ashy-blonde bob stares at me with obvious irritation.
“Excuse me—who are you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m Valentina. And soon we’ll have a child,” she says and almost kindly slides her palm across her belly—flat as a board.
“You have the nerve to come to my home and tell me to my face that you sleep with my husband and… that you’re expecting a child from him?”
She tiredly rolls her eyes.
“I’m fed up with the fact that Valya is still living with you. He just pities you. So I decided to act myself.”
The one I loved betrayed me. I was left with empty hands, and I was sure there was nowhere lower to fall. But it turns out divorce isn’t the worst thing. I had surgery, and after it I changed beyond recognition.
Will I be able to find a job again with my new appearance, meet love, and finally find my place in life?”