“What kind of house in the forest?” he said irritably, running his palms over his face. “Olya, look at the situation realistically! We’ve moved recently, I’m setting up my business! I live and sleep at work! I don’t have time to rest!”
“I just wanted to spend a little time with you,” I bit my lip and blinked hard so that traitorous tears wouldn’t start spilling from my eyes. “Pregnancy hormones make me so sensitive— I hardly see you.”
“It starts,” he snapped. He turned and left the kitchen. He slammed the door to the guest bedroom.
I truly believed my husband was always busy—until SHE appeared on the threshold of our home.
“Adam is unhappy with you,” the woman said sharply. “He’s only with you for the child!”
I left, and a year later my husband demanded that I come back. Give him a chance—at least for our daughter.
“I’ve never betrayed you,” he said firmly, looking me straight in the eyes.