“You cheated on me with Belova!” I growl, helpless with anger.
“Don’t be stupid, Lesya. You’re the one to blame for that!” Ruslan replies, indifferent, and pours himself another measure of whiskey.
My husband cheated on me with my best friend while I was fighting for my life lying in a hospital bed. She’s sure she’ll easily take my place and give him what I couldn’t. He won’t give me a divorce—he blocked my cards—and he thinks that without him I won’t manage. Well, they’re in for a huge surprise.