“How could you?!” A spasm squeezes my throat. I look at the rumpled bed, at my husband’s back, and at the lace panties on the floor. Someone else’s panties.
— Dina?
Gleb jerks up.
— I-I’m filing for divorce, — I say the first thing that comes to mind in shock.
— Don’t talk nonsense! — snaps my husband, already fully regaining control of himself.
— What will you keep? The house, the savings, the daughter—everything is mine!
— Lyalka will go with me.
— And don’t count on it! I won’t give you a divorce.
“Won’t he?” We’ll see. After all the humiliations and things I endured over the years of marriage, now I’ll fight. And I’ll take revenge.