My life split into “before” and “after” when I, without warning, arrived at the summer house my husband and I have. He lied—saying he’d be on a business trip—while he was entertaining himself in the summer cottage with his lover. Now he begs for forgiveness, but you can’t stitch a torn soul back together with words. I have different plans for him: divorce and revenge for the traitor! Besides, as it turns out, Slava managed to make enemies worse than me. And an enemy of my enemy is my friend. So taking revenge in great company is even more pleasant.