“So… you’re planning to marry her?” I ask, completely shocked.
— “I’m a man, and we’re allowed,” my husband says, with all the confidence in the world.
— “And how do you imagine it?”
— “Everything will stay the same; your life won’t change at all. I bought an apartment for her, and she’ll be…”
— “No way!” I suddenly declare. “Decided to marry? Bring her here! I’ve lived with your family long enough—doing my duty as a wife and a daughter-in-law. Now it’s my turn to enjoy life!”
After twenty years of marriage, my husband decided to take a second wife. Young and beautiful. He thinks that after forty life only begins and he has the right… But what right do I have? Maybe enough being a powerless housewife and an ideal wife? Maybe it’s time for me to live for myself. The main thing is not to think about the pain smoldering inside from betrayal…