A man entered my life—almost 15 years younger than me. His youthful, sexy temperament and scorching affectionate touches made me feel a little happier… At forty, I felt like a twenty-year-old girl… I became light, mischievous, and adventurous. And I don’t care that I’m married! My husband is to blame for the fact that I fell in love with someone else! I don’t care about his feelings—just like he didn’t care about mine when he systematically beat me… Now his emotions worry me last of all… I’ve found my own, new feminine happiness… But, as it turned out, life had something completely different in store for me—another man and another happiness… It had always been nearby, but I didn’t notice it… Contains profanity.