Be My Wife. Again
9 hrs. 34 min.
Language
Russian
Author
Olivia Lake
Author
Olivia Lake
Narrator
Svetlana Seliverstova
Narrator
Svetlana Seliverstova
Description
“What is this?” I asked my husband when he came home late from the office again. He smelled of women’s perfume—not strongly, just faintly, but I noticed. As well as the lipstick on my snow-white cuff.
Saint—without even taking off his trousers—turned around and came closer: he saw the stain and rolled his eyes.
“You’re being paranoid, Yarina?” A deadly look—and astonishing calm in his voice.
“It’s lipstick, Saint!” I said louder. “There are traces on your shirt, and it reeks of women’s perfume!”
“I had a meeting with partners—there were women with them. What’s so surprising? Coincidence, my wife.”
“Was there a woman with you too?”
“Back then, on such dinners and outings, he used to take me along.”
“Yes, there was. The secretary. I needed her professional skills”—then he unbuttoned his trousers, took them off, and threw them on the floor along with his underwear. “You can look for hair or traces on the panties”—then he went to the shower, leaving me to soak in humiliation.
Every day I found shirts in the laundry basket that openly stank of sweet perfume. I was sickened—constantly vomiting from them…
After five years of marriage, my husband announced he had never loved me and ordered me to disappear from the city, otherwise he’d kill me. My father demands I get an abortion, divorce, and marry the person he wants. And me… I honestly didn’t understand what I’d done wrong before them…
Saint—without even taking off his trousers—turned around and came closer: he saw the stain and rolled his eyes.
“You’re being paranoid, Yarina?” A deadly look—and astonishing calm in his voice.
“It’s lipstick, Saint!” I said louder. “There are traces on your shirt, and it reeks of women’s perfume!”
“I had a meeting with partners—there were women with them. What’s so surprising? Coincidence, my wife.”
“Was there a woman with you too?”
“Back then, on such dinners and outings, he used to take me along.”
“Yes, there was. The secretary. I needed her professional skills”—then he unbuttoned his trousers, took them off, and threw them on the floor along with his underwear. “You can look for hair or traces on the panties”—then he went to the shower, leaving me to soak in humiliation.
Every day I found shirts in the laundry basket that openly stank of sweet perfume. I was sickened—constantly vomiting from them…
After five years of marriage, my husband announced he had never loved me and ordered me to disappear from the city, otherwise he’d kill me. My father demands I get an abortion, divorce, and marry the person he wants. And me… I honestly didn’t understand what I’d done wrong before them…
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